October 25th, noon.

After a busy day, Qiao had already recorded the confession, signed a bunch of case documents, and even greeted Yang Keer for a long time.

The canteen of the Police Branch of the Imperial Capital South Station sounded the lunch bell. In Yang Kerr's office, he had a cup of bland and unhealthy coffee. Qiao wiped out twenty bacon sandwiches in a few seconds.

Qiao was still hungry. In front of the stunned Yang Kerr, he took out a new power potion and swallowed it in one mouthful.

Flicked his fingers, and the empty potion bottle flew out more than ten feet, and accurately fell into the garbage can in the corner of the wall. Qiao gently patted his stomach and shook his head at Yang Keel a little embarrassedly: "I have been eating more and more recently, and I don't know why..."

Yang Keer laughed gasp: "I can understand... Officer Qiao's strength is in the period of rapid improvement, right? It's really enviable. Tsk, this is..."

Did you read it wrong? Did you admit it wrong?

Is this a power potion? Look at the color and look at the strange halo, it should be a power potion, right?

Yang Kerr really wanted to tell Qiao that the "extremely" and "luxury" cultivation auxiliary potion, the entire Imperial Capital South Station Police Branch, had a total distribution volume of only about 100 pieces a year.

Only the "elite police" who "make contributions" will "break through the key bottlenecks" when they "break through the key bottlenecks" will Yang Kerr assign one of them at their discretion to help them break through quickly and improve quickly.

And Qiao Biming used the medicine as a "food to fill your stomach"?

This is a bit too much!

He pursed his lips. Although he knew that this would be very rude, Yang Kerr hesitated for a while and could not help but speak: "Turun Port Police Station, is the funding... sufficient?"

Qiao picked up the coffee cup and poured half a cup of sour coffee into his mouth. He sighed with dissatisfaction: "Police Department? Oh, it's normal, the police stations everywhere are the same, and the funds are always not enough!"

Yang Kerr finally couldn't help but curiosity in his heart: "Then, Officer Qiao, what you drank just now, right?"

Qiao patted his head as if he realized it. He looked at Yang Keel very seriously and said, "Oh, that's right, what I just drank is indeed the power potion... Well, my family has a small chamber of commerce, several ocean-going fleets, and has a little overseas trade with Donglu, so... I use power potion to assist in my practice every day."

He sighed heavily, and Qiao shook his head and said, "Otherwise, if I rely on ordinary food to replenish my blood, I don't have to do anything else all day long. I can only keep eating, eating, eating... that would be too boring!"

Yang Kerr's mouth twitched and cursed angrily in his heart - 'Damn Tulun Port nouveau riche'!

Qiao took out a gold-shell pocket watch, looked at the time, and then frowned and looked at Yang Kerr.

"So, Director Yang Kerr, thanks for the hospitality, I have already had five cups of coffee and also used a good lunch... I'm in a hurry to get my subordinates to settle in, and I have to report to the Judicial University."

Joe stood up and stretched out his right hand to Younger: "There are so many witnesses to prove that the bastard named Matthew is a shameless assassin...I am a legitimate defense and counterattack, aren't I?"

"I can leave, right?"

Qiao grinned at Yangkeel, revealing two rows of big white teeth.

Yang Keer laughed dryly, and he said with a chuckle, "Ah, don't worry, don't worry, why don't we... I have a good cigar here, let's have one?"

Yang Kerr opened the drawer and took out a cigar box made of cedar wood. He opened the box and revealed a small box of big cigars as thick as a thumb. He took a cigar with a show of flaunting, reached out and handed it to Joe, and then boasted: "Officer Joe, look, the serious Hawa cigar, in the imperial capital, this is a very difficult thing to get."

Joe took the cigar, put it on his nose and sniffed it, then reached out to pick up the cigar box in front of Younger, looked at the emblem marks burned with a soldering iron at the bottom of the box, and then laughed.

"Director Yang Kerr, after a while, I asked my family to send you two boxes... Have you seen this badge? This is my goods... Ha, as a policeman, did you actually buy smuggled goods?"

Yang Kerr stayed there.

What did he just hear?

Qiao put down the cigar box, took out the matches, lit the cigar for himself, and then sat heavily on the chair and took a deep breath: "Well, you should make a special cigar cabinet and let someone take care of it... This cigar is a bit dry and has lost a lot of texture."

"Well, how much does this box of cigars cost you?"

"Oh, I don't mean anything else, just as a source supplier, I'm curious how much benefit those damn middlemen have made in it!"

"Well, are you interested in being a cigar agent for the Vitu family in the imperial capital? We will ship the goods directly to you, and then through your relationship, you will send these fragrant little cuties that are beneficial to your body and mind to the hands of VIPs who know how to appreciate them?"

Joe smiled brightly.

Yang Kerr shuddered and Joe's words were very attractive.

However, as the director of the Police Branch of the Imperial Capital South Station, he went to act as a proxy for cigars from Tulun Port? This, this...

Yang Kerr looked at Joe with a wandering look.

‘Damn it, nouveau riche from Tulum Port’… Qiao’s words were like a demon’s murmur, which made Yang Kerr’s heart begin to beat violently. It was just a little short of fire that he was about to be convinced by Qiao.

With a loud "boom", the door of Yangkell's office was violently pushed open, and the door leaf hit the wall heavily. The few pieces of glass embedded above the door were shattered.

An old man with pale hair and slightly hunched back waved his hands, his face roared red, and rushed in with big strides.

"Where is that executioner? Where is that murderer?"

Lan Mujin and Lan Likang were like ghosts, making no sound, and followed the old man into the office lightly and gently, standing two steps behind Qiao, one left and one right.

Marcos blocked the office door without saying a word. He was eight feet tall and burly Marcos blocked the door alone, blocking several men wearing dark formal attire and angry faces outside the door.

"Who is Director Yang Kerr?" The hunchbacked old man rushed to the desk with big strides, slapped his hands heavily on the desk, and squirted at Yang Kerr angrily: "It's you? It's you? It's you?"

Yangkeel suddenly raised his hands to surrender, and he widened his eyes and said loudly: "Dear sir, I am Yangkeel Baker... Are you?"

The hunchbacked old man gritted his teeth, his face twisted, almost squeezed out cold words from his teeth: "Belphin Tifu, dean of the Conservatory of the Fourth University of the Imperial Capital...Matthew is my student...Who killed him?"

Yang Kerr looked at Joe firmly. He didn't say a word, but his eyes stared at Joe, telling Belfin as accurately as a guide sign that the person who killed Matthew was this tall and burly fat man!

Joe sprayed a sip of smoke from his mouth, and he looked at Yang Keel and complained: "Director Yang Keel, no wonder you are so generous, treat me to coffee and lunch... Ha, hello, old sir!"

Belphin turned to Joe and punched Joe in the face.

The old man used all his strength, but he was just an ordinary normal person. His fist speed was very slow. As for strength... In Qiao's opinion, this little power was as good as nothing!

Qiao Ping, who was sitting on the chair, soared into the air. He turned over in the air, stepped on the ceiling with his feet, like a dexterous fat gecko, walked back a few steps, and then landed gently without making any sound.

Yang Kerr widened his eyes, subconsciously grabbed the empty coffee cup on the table, and put it next to his mouth to take a sip of the false coffee.

Belfin's fist fell, his body lost balance, he staggered forward and fell head-on to the chair where Joe had just been sitting, and fell to the ground with the man and the chair.

‘Chala’, Belfin brought down the cup and dining plate on his desk together, and a large number of objects fell on the ground and made a messy sound.

Several men in formal wear outside the door shouted and cursed in unison, and they pushed Marcos' body wildly.

Marcos held his hands in front of his chest and let several men push him, his body was not moving at all.

"Executioner, let go of Professor Belfin!"

"Bastard, murderer, you are committing a crime!"

"Police, policeman, come and help me, come and catch the murderer!"

Several men shouted and cursed in anger. A large group of police officers had gathered in the corridor outside Yangkell's office, but no one said anything and no one came to join in the fun.

First, Qiao is a policeman and a person.

Second, Matthew is an assassin and Joe is the victim.

Although Matthew is a student at the Fourth University, he is an assassin after all, and Joe is just a defensive counterattack after all.

"Dean Belfin, I hope you can calm down." Younger stood up and persuaded Belfin, who was panting on the ground with a smile on his face.

"Matthew is my student, the most talented student I have ever taught in the past ten years." Belphine climbed up tremblingly, holding the desk with both hands, staring at Qiao gritting his teeth and making a furious: "It's not just music, but he is also so outstanding in other aspects."

"A promising young man with talent and knowledge has been strangled by you!"

Belfin whined to the sky with great grief and anger: "Is there any king's law? Is there any heavenly law? Where does the imperial law exist? Where are justice and axioms?"

Qiao blinked desperately, and he looked at Belfin in confusion and shouted: "Hey, old man, it was your student who inexplicably shot me in the street... My guard was just forced to fight back... I am the victim!"

Joe raised his voice and shouted loudly: "Can he kill people at will because of his so-called excellence?"

Belphin shook his head vigorously, and he yelled hysterically: "Impossible, impossible, Matthew is not such a person!"

He raised his hands hard and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Dark, darkness... you murdered my student... you even stigmatized him!"

"You, you... are shameless, shameless!"
Chapter completed!