Chapter 173 This Is a Good Script

When Li Changheng led a group of people downstairs, everyone downstairs looked at Lan Jiang's intact arm in disbelief.

Is this acid?

Is Iron Sand Palm really that powerful?

After a scream, an English woman covered her mouth and blushed and shouted, "God, Chinese Kung Fu, this must be Chinese Kung Fu."

Li Changheng, who went downstairs, rolled his eyes when he heard someone calling Chinese Kung Fu. The word Kung Fu was only spread to foreign countries after Brother Xiaolong became famous in his movies.

However, after thinking that this is Hong Kong and Kowloon, the saying that the blond hag knows kung fu doesn't seem to be too surprising.

Then he stared at the surprised Hunter and shouted, "Hunter, you bastard, do you want to go back to Scotland Yard for retraining?"

When Li Changheng threatened to return him to Scotland Yard for training, Hunter's face turned livid.

I have already become the chief inspector, and I will be the superintendent if I go back to Scotland Yard, it will be embarrassing to the entire English police system.

Hunter, who is tall and strong, has a bad temper. He even had a record of beating Li Hao to death in the detention center when he was still a supervisor five years ago.

Now being ridiculed by Li Changheng, an English nobleman who is short of an honor, and who is also the princess' boyfriend, the king's adviser and special envoy.

Hunter suddenly felt that his future was gloomy, and walked towards Lan Jiang angrily.

Lan Jiang, who was holding dozens of flour pills in his hand, looked at Li Changheng in surprise, and saw him blinking at him, and instantly understood that the other party was deliberately provoking Hunter.

As for why Hunter, the notoriously irritable and unreasonable English bastard, was deliberately provoked?

Lan Jiang's thoughts turned sharply, and soon he saw that the angry Hunter seemed to have forgotten the big tank and the 'sour acid' inside.

Then Lan Jiang let Hunter punch him on the cheek, and when he fell to the ground, he grabbed Hunter's clothes by the way, and the two hit the big tank together.

"Ah ah ah".

Hunter, who felt his body was drenched, yelled heart-piercingly at this moment.

But after waiting for more than ten seconds, I didn't feel any severe pain. I touched my body and back more than a dozen times.

The wound and blood were not touched, but the hands were covered with white sticky objects.

Hunter, who has been a policeman for more than ten years, is not only an old fritter, but also often plays with some fishers who flatter him.

Smelling a familiar smell, subconsciously put his hand under his nose and smelled it.

Even tasted it on my tongue, "God, that's definitely flour".

Li Changheng grabbed Zhou Heng who was about to speak, and shook his head under the eyes of a dozen Hong Kong and Kowloon celebrities behind him, "Now is not the time."

Zhou Nianheng and the dozen or so people from Hong Kong and Jiu were taken aback for a moment, and then they realized that with so many people around at this time, and that idiot Hunter yelling out flour, there was not much room for redemption.

Li Changheng patted Zhou Nianheng on the shoulder, and with the helpless expression on his face, he turned his head and shouted to Yan Tong, "Yan Tong, Sham Shui Po is the closest to your jurisdiction, and now I order you to bring Zhou Shan and the dozen or so suspected of framing celebrities." Go back to the police station for investigation."

Yan Tong was taken aback for a moment, then he stood at attention and saluted, "YES, SIR".

Li Changheng immediately pushed Zhou Heng, "protect yourself first".

This was not only heard by Zhou Nianheng, but also by several Hong Kong and Jiu people behind him.

Everyone looked at Li Changheng, although there was contempt and the idea that he was not a good person, but people always have the intention of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

If something happened to his son, everyone probably hoped that the person who would deal with it would be someone like Li Changheng who would definitely do things if he took the money.

Zhou Nianheng nodded gratefully to Li Changheng, took a deep breath, and was about to step forward to speak, but saw Lan Jiang take off his suit, revealing the flour paste on it.

Pointing to Zhou Shan and a dozen gangsters, he said to Yan Tong, "Conspiracy to hide 'Du', sell 'Du', and the massacre of the mother-in-law and grandson a month ago.

Yan Tong, if you dare to shield Zhou Shan, I dare to bring the lawsuit to the Legal Department, or even the London Police Headquarters."

After finishing speaking, Lan Jiang gave Li Changheng a desperate look, then turned his head to stare at Hunter who stood up angrily, and said, "This matter will definitely be reported to the media tomorrow.

I don't believe that some people will put themselves into it for an irrelevant person."

Hunter was taken aback, but everyone else understood that Lan Jiang's words were for Li Changheng.

Li Changheng glanced sideways at Zhou Heng, then looked at the dozen or so Hong Kong people behind him, and sighed helplessly,

Walking up to Yan Tong, "arrest him."

When he said this, not only did Zhou Nianheng not hate him in his heart, even the dozen or so Hong Kong and Kowloon celebrities didn't blame him.

To be honest, if he, a ghost, can do this, he is more responsible and trustworthy than other ghosts.

After all, Zhou Zhouheng and Zhou Shan are not his people, and no one would blame him for separating their relationship at this time.

But Li Changheng knew in his heart that Yan Tong was the first to arrest him twice in a row just now, and no one could find out what happened to him afterwards.

As for the deal with Niannianheng on the balcony on the fourth floor, not to mention that Niannianheng himself admitted that the 7 theaters were worth 45 million Hong Kong dollars.

Even if someone thinks that the theater is worth 48 million Hong Kong dollars, the profit margin is only 3 million, which is equivalent to a ratio of only 6.25%.

In addition, in front of more than a dozen people from Hong Kong and Kowloon, and five Englishmen including Edward, Zhou Heng said that his business was in trouble and he was in urgent need of cash.

Buying a property worth 48 million Hong Kong dollars for 45 million is not a black box transaction.

And what happened this time was planned by Lan Jiang, Yan Tong, and Li Changheng early in the morning, so how could Zhou Nianheng, Zhou Shan and his son really be exonerated.

Seeing Li Changheng blinking secretly, and when Yan Tong was arrested, he put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

Lan Jiang immediately jumped out, "Wait".

After stopping Yan Tong, he said with a serious expression, "I think this matter must be reported to the serious crime team and the scanning team."

"No problem," Yan Tong said with a smile, "A Sen, I remember you are a member of the Special Crime Unit.

Since Inspector Lan mentioned the Miemen massacre, then you are in charge of it."

After finishing speaking, Yan Tong led people to stop Zhou Shan, "Lan Jiang, the matter of flour is still not settled, and the current short mule can do anything for money.

This matter might have been framed by these punks.

Also, you yourself said that Mr. Zhou was involved in a criminal case, so I will take Mr. Zhou back to investigate in the name of the special case investigation team, and you have no right to stop me."

Zhou Zhouheng couldn't help frowning when he heard this, but Li Changheng almost burst out laughing immediately.

Sure enough, Lan Jiang pointed to a dozen gangsters knowingly and said, "Killing people, hiding books, selling books and weighing a few kilograms, this is a felony that lasts at least ten years.

Now that you stand up and identify the mastermind, I, Lan Jiang, promise to intercede with the Attorney General for him and ask not to prosecute.

Even if he cannot be exonerated, I will definitely turn him into a tainted witness and ask for a reduced sentence.

Even if you perform well in prison, you can be released within a year or two. "