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Meng Fan looked at the knife-scarred man with disgust. This place was merely a jail and could only be used for fifteen days at most. He had never imagined that this knife-scarred man would treat this place as his own territory and claim the throne.

"I can't tell, but a skinny monkey like you still has some backbone. I just don't know if you can continue being stubborn after a while." The knife-scarred man's expression was fierce as he rubbed his fists together and walked toward Meng Fan.

With the knife-scarred man were his four minions. As for the others, they all took a step back as if they didn't want to participate.

Meng Fan chuckled. The knife-scarred man looked fierce, but Meng Fan could tell with a single glance that he had only learned a simple martial art. As for his underlings, they probably fought very little before they entered the jail.

"Did you scratch your face when you were cutting vegetables?" Meng Fan suddenly asked. The knife-scarred man was stunned. "What?"

But in the next second, before the knife-scarred man could recover his senses, Meng Fan took the initiative and arrived a few meters away in an instant. Meng Fan's shoulder sank down and heavily slammed into the knife-scarred man's chin.

The knife-scarred man looked like a broken kite as he hit the wall with a bang.

"If you want to be like other people and pretend to be the boss, then that depends on your ability!" Meng Fan said in a cold voice as he glared at his subordinates. "Do you want to try me too?"

A 150 kilogram man was sent flying by Meng Fan's strike. How could this kind of terrifying combat strength be something that a few normal people dared to do? The few of them repeatedly shook their heads as they retreated, fear written all over their faces.

Meng Fan nodded in satisfaction and walked over to the knife-scarred man who was lying on the ground, unable to move at all.

At this moment, the knife-scarred man's eyes were filled with unwillingness and puzzlement. However, he was unable to move his body. It was obvious that Meng Fan's strike just now had severely injured him.

"Brother, you're amazing. I admit defeat. From now on, you're our big brother, as you wish." It was unknown if the knife-scarred man wanted to temporarily get into trouble or sincerely submit to Meng Fan. However, from his current attitude, he seemed to have become a lot more well-behaved.

Meng Fan shook his head. "Then, let's talk first! Who told you to attack me! "

The knife-scarred man hesitated, as if he was weighing the pros and cons. Meng Fan didn't have the time to waste on the knife-scarred man. He viciously kicked the knife-scarred man's thigh.

"I'll say it!" I say! " Under the pain, the knife-scarred man finally told Meng Fan everything he knew.

"A person came here before and told us that someone will be locked up here. If they can beat them to death, then do not leave them alive! He even said that he would let us out as soon as possible after everything is settled! " The knife-scarred man said slowly.

Meng Fan frowned. "Do you know who this person is?"

The knife-scarred man shook his head.

There was another crisp sound, and the knife-scarred man cried even more miserably.

"I'll say it!" I say! His name is Wu Yujiang, he's the police chief here. " This time, the knife-scarred man did not dare to hide anything.

"I have another request." Meng Fan stood up. "If there's a trial in a few days, you have to be my witness. If you dare to lie, hmph."

Meng Fan coldly looked at the knife-scarred man. The knife-scarred man nodded repeatedly.

Because of the knife-scarred man's scream, the police finally came outside the room. "What are you doing? The lights are going out soon." As he spoke, he glanced at Meng Fan with a puzzled expression. He didn't understand why he was still standing there unharmed.

"I'm fine …" Nothing … We were just messing around, sorry to bother you! " The knife-scarred man quickly explained, and moved away from the guard.

Meng Fan nodded in satisfaction. With just a few simple sentences, he explained what had happened to him. He looked at everyone and said, "I'm the boss here now. You guys don't have any objections, right?"

No one spoke.

"Alright, then do me a favor first." Meng Fan lowered his voice and brought everyone together.

The full moon was high in the sky. A black shadow jumped down from the high wall of the jail, quickly moving towards the center of Dragon City.

With Meng Fan's speed, he would be able to arrive in less than an hour.

"What a good collusion between officials and merchants, hur hur."

Fifty minutes later, Meng Fan appeared in an ordinary residential district. He was afraid that his corruption would be discovered, so this Chief of Police, Wu Yujiang, had cleverly chosen an ordinary residence.1

When Meng Fan appeared at the gatehouse, it was already close to 0 o'clock. Seeing Meng Fan carrying so many things in his bag, the gatekeeper directly opened the door for Meng Fan.

"You want to pay a visit to Chief Wu?" the old man asked curiously.

"There are some urgent matters at home and I need Chief Wu's help." Meng Fan smiled coyly as he handed over a pack of cigarettes. He then walked into the residential building.

Commissioner Wu seemed to have a lot of experience. Just as Meng Fan knocked on the door, he opened it and asked, "Who are you? What business do you have with me? "

Meng Fan introduced himself as he lowered his head and bowed. Then, he suddenly shoved the gift pack into Wu Yujiang's hands.

"I'm sorry, Bureau Chief Wu. There's really something urgent that has caused me to disturb you so late at night."

"Oh, come in." Wu Yujiang nodded silently, opened the door and walked towards the living room.

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