Chapter 10 Grave Thieves!

Without thinking about it, the car stopped abruptly in front of a three-story new building called Qianfo Town Office. Several people pushed him out of the car. Four people in military uniforms came to pick him up. They couldn't help but cut his hands and dragged him into the town office.

What crime did you commit? Why was he sent to the townhouse? I have never heard of this Qianfo Town, let alone come here! These guys who eat public and don't do business must have caught the wrong person. When they see their leader, they must ask for justice for themselves!

As soon as he entered the gate of the townhouse, there was a hall. He looked up, and there were people waiting for a long time: there were fully armed officers and soldiers on both sides. A fat-eared guy sat on the head, occupying a huge rattan chair, narrowing his eyes into a crack, opening his mouth and yawning, as if he had never slept in his life.

"The mayor, people have brought it!" The man who escorted Feng Junyang said respectfully.

"Thank you for me, Detective Ma!" A mass of fat meat squirmed, and the fat man got up with difficulty and thanked the group of people in black. "I will send someone to send the bounty in person later."

Feng Junyang heard the fat man's voice, which was like the sound of an urn when talking stupidly. He felt that his breath was suffothed, probably because he was too fat to block the trachea.

The fat man sent away the man in black of the detective station. When he saw the handsome man standing there, he shook his spirit and threw a heavy down on the inkstone on the table. The posture was like a prisoner of Bao Qingtian patting the hall, and the soldiers standing on both sides were suddenly shocked with a bang!

"The coward..." Feng Junyang scolded secretly in his heart. A shocking voice could scare people in military uniforms like this. No wonder the people lived a hot life of officials and robbers.

I'm not afraid of the shadow. Let's see what crime they can put on themselves today!

"You tomb robber, you still don't kneel down when you see the mayor!" Because of excitement, the fat man's face squeezed into a ball of facial features, squeezing his two small eyes into bean eyes like a flower slave.

What? Grave robbers?

After making trouble for a long time, it turned out that he regarded himself as a grave robber! People are unlucky to drink water and stuff their teeth!

"You made a mistake," Feng Junyang said coldly, "I'm not a grave robber, I happened to pass by."

"Touch...by chance? Passing by?" The fat man was even more excited, "Where do you dare to happen? Are you passing by?"

The people standing on both sides also began to laugh, and Feng Junyang was confused by the smile: "What? Can't pass by? I just passed by there..."

"Haha..." The fat man stretched out his sausage-like finger and pointed to Feng Junyang and laughed, "You stupid thief! Find a good excuse, and the mayor will make you die comfortably!"

"What a laugh!" Feng Junyang was angry, "I don't know why I was tied up by you. I still have a life. Can you afford to delay saving people?"

"Give me a call! I think you have a hard mouth!" The fat man suddenly stood up and said, "You can dig graves and pick up corpses, and you dare to say save people here!" Fight! Fight to the death!"

Feng Junyang had no time to distinguish and explain. He was kicked heavily behind him. He fell to the ground and was held down by seven hands and eight feet. His fists and toes fell all over his body like raindrops. A sharp pain hit him and his whole body seemed to be scattered. He seemed to hear the sound of his bones breaking...

"Stop!" I don't know how long it took him to faintly hear the fat man shouting, and the raindrops slowly stopped. He opened his eyes hard. There was a blood-red blur in front of him, and the salty fishy smell in his mouth. He couldn't even feel the pain all over his body. His body seemed to be suspended, and his soul seemed to be separated from his body and floated into the air...

"Do you want to recruit? No recruitment! Don't..." The fat man's voice seemed to repeat thousands of repeated echoes in his ear.

He shook his head gently.

"You ×! Don't cry when you don't see the coffin! Search for the body!"

The two next to him came out and soon found the bracelet on Feng Junyang's body and handed it to the fat man.

The fat man wiped the bracelet finely, and the soil faded away, and the original color of the bracelet appeared. It turned out to be a gold bracelet! The fat man looked over and over in his hand. The bracelet was finely carved with many patterns and engraved with a few small seal characters.

The fat man frowned and looked at it for a long time, and handed the bracelet to a weak man beside him: "Look, what words are written on it. I don't know any of them!"

The man took the bracelet, slowly put on his glasses, and raised the bracelet to the bright place above his head. At a glance, the man's face changed greatly: "It's the funeral of the newly dead fourth young grandmother of Commander Wu's family!"

The fat man was shocked and immediately waved his arms and laughed wildly: "I'm going to get promoted and get rich! God has eyes, God has eyes!"

He walked down to Feng Junyang's face with a smile all the way, squatted down and pinched Feng Junyang's bloody face, and said viciously, "Continue to hit me! There are many rewards for judging his fellow party! Everyone gets the stolen goods. Let's see how he quibbles!"

Then he strode to the door, and the opponent roared, "Prepare the car! Go to Commander Wu's mansion. Hahaha..."

The summer morning sun is gentle and light, slanting through the eaves and falling into the courtyard.

Feng Junyang opened his eyes with difficulty, and just gently moved his hands and feet, which pulled the heartbreaking pain of his whole body. He remembered in a trance as if he had been captured by a group of people in black, and then interrogated him. How long he had been beaten, and he didn't remember anything behind him. He wanted to hold his body up with his hand, but his hands were soft and weak. He looked around before he was locked in an iron room, and the floor was covered with straw that smelled of mildew.

"Is anyone there?" He shouted vigorily, and his chest was as painful as if it was about to crack. A mass of depression gathered in his heart and surged back, and he couldn't help coughing out.

"Water...water..." He felt that his throat was so dry that it was about to smoke.

The iron door slammed open, and a man in a simple military uniform came in. It seemed that he was a guard. As soon as he came in, he didn't say a word, and he just kicked his handsome stomach!

"You, what kind of water do you want to drink! Go to the king of the night and drink enough!"

"Puff!" He felt that his stomach was like a landslide, his internal organs were broken, and a heat wave surged up, spewing out of his mouth, and all of them all sprayed into people's faces!

The man wiped his hand fiercely and saw that his hands were full of blood. He thought it was Feng Junyang who deliberately vomited his face. Suddenly, he was ashamed and angry. Suddenly, he pulled out his gun and pointed it at Feng Junyang's head!

"You are all dead. I'll give you a good time first!" If your index finger is bent, you have to pull the trigger!