Siheyuan: Fighting against the beasts under the pressure of the system

Still immersed in his own fantasy.

Around 2 p.m.

Zhang Minghui and his group arrived at the Yau Ma Tei Police Station. After getting off the car, they went straight into the police station. As soon as they entered the police station, a female police officer in uniform was passing by in the corridor.

Seeing Zhang Minghui coming in with a large group of people, and each of them looked ferocious and didn't look like a good person, he suddenly became nervous.

The policewoman stretched her right hand to her waist and gripped the gun handle, as if this would give her a sense of security. She asked nervously.

"What do you do?"

Zhang Minghui smiled and saw the nervous policewoman, and hurriedly explained.

"Officer, don't be nervous. We are here to apply for ID cards. I think we can get them here!"

When she heard that the person was here to apply for an ID card, the female police officer lowered her guard and removed her right hand from the gun handle. She said expressionlessly.

"It can be done here, just follow me!"

After walking a few steps, I entered an office. The office was not big, about 40 to 50 square meters, and several desks were piled with miscellaneous items.

Two policemen were taking statements from two lazy hooligans. An angry voice rang out in the office.

"You two bastards, you still dare not admit it. Tell me, was it you who planted the bomb in the car that killed your boss Liu Bei?"

Of course the two gangsters couldn't admit it and kept explaining.

"We don't have the guts to set off explosives. We really don't know what's going on."

But the police officer didn't believe it. He glared at the two of them and shouted at them.

"If it wasn't you two bastards, who else could it be? You were fine when you were testing the car, but your boss Liu Bei was blown up by a bomb as soon as he got on the car. If it wasn't you, then who did it?"

Zhang Minghui felt that these words sounded familiar, but applying for documents was a big deal. He didn't have the time to deal with these trivial matters.

There was a plainclothes policeman in the room, leaning on the table, talking on the phone. Zhang Minghui felt that he looked familiar at first sight.

It seemed like he had seen it in a movie, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

The most important thing now is to register your identity information and get your ID card. The policewoman came to her desk and kept searching through the desk and drawers.

In less than two minutes, a stack of registration forms was taken out from the drawer on the right, and one was given to each of Zhang Minghui and the others.

Zhang Minghui was patiently filling out the registration form. He was going to change his name to Zhang Zihao in Hong Kong, which was different from his name in China.

But at this time, a familiar-looking plainclothes policeman came over and asked the policewoman arrogantly.

"Awen, what do these idiots do? Are they just a bunch of scoundrels?"

Zhang Minghui's hand, which was registering, paused.

He looked up at the plainclothes policeman. He had heard the word "Pujie" countless times today. Even Wang Jianjun and others who did not understand Cantonese knew that it was not a good word.

Wang Jianjun and others stopped registering and stared at the plainclothes police.

The policewoman named Awen knows her boss, who has always looked down on the bad guys in society and always claims that these bad guys are parasites of society.

But these people are here to apply for ID cards, not so-called hooligans, he quickly spoke up.

"Mr. Huang, these people are here to apply for ID cards. They are not thugs."

Hearing the policewoman's answer, Sir Huang glanced at Zhang Minghui and the others and said with disdain.

"So they are a bunch of Yankees. I don't know what the higher-ups are thinking. They still give them ID cards. In my opinion, we should send these bastards back to the mainland."

"A bunch of losers. After they came to Hong Kong, Hong Kong became a mess."

Seeing that Wang Jianjun and others were staring at him, Sir Huang's face turned serious and he shouted loudly.

"What are you looking at, a bunch of losers. If it weren't for the kindness of the commander who allowed you to make a living here, I would have dealt with you Yankees long ago. You are really affecting the prosperity of Hong Kong."

When Zhang Minghui heard the policewoman call him "Sir Huang", he immediately remembered who he was. This was Anthony Wong when he was young.

It can’t be Huang Zhicheng!

The words he said these days are full of discrimination, which is really annoying. Looking at Anthony Wong who was speaking rudely, Zhang Minghui's indifferent voice sounded in the office.

"Guoqiang, get things done. Go get the reporters and find a lawyer. I want to sue this police officer and make sure he has his skin peeled off today."

In China, Zhang Minghui did not dare to act recklessly, for fear of implicating his family. But in Hong Kong, Zhang Minghui was a bit reckless, because he knew that Hong Kong was a money society.

As long as the money is in place, he would dare to touch not only a small policeman, but even the director.

The policewoman was stunned and stood there in a daze. She didn't expect that a few words would cause such a big incident.

Sir Huang glared, not expecting to run into such a troublemaker, and threatened.

"Pujie, believe it or not, I will make sure you can't leave the police station. If you dare to mess with the sir, your good days are over."

Anthony Wong didn't believe that this group of people had the money to hire a lawyer. A group of ragged guys dared to threaten the police officer. He was not brought up to be scared.

Zhang Minghui waved his hand, and Wang Jianjun and others surrounded Anthony Wong, waiting for Zhang Minghui's order to deal with this outrageous police officer.

"Fuck"

Seeing that the situation was not good, several policemen in the room rushed over to push and shove to rescue Anthony Wong, and shouted loudly.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? This is a police station. Don't mess around."

The noisy noise in the office alarmed the police officers outside.

Soon, a large number of police officers rushed into the room. The room was like a powder keg, ready to explode. Zhang Minghui's men said nothing, staring at the police.

The police were frightened by the stares, and they realized that this group of people were not ordinary. They were all touching their guns, ready to take action at any time.

Anthony Wong is now in a dilemma. He didn't expect that a few complaints and curses would lead to such a big trouble.

He also realized at this time that the situation was not good.

Zhang Minghui sat on the stool without saying a word, waiting for Li Guoqiang to call the lawyers and reporters. He had to teach this idiot a lesson today.

Hong Kong is now rich and powerful, and people are discriminated against for no reason, and they dare to threaten me. This matter is certainly not over, and I will teach this policeman a lesson.

He really thinks being a police officer is awesome.

The two thugs who were interrogated earlier were stunned and dumbfounded. They didn't expect that such a hot thing could happen in the police station.

And that boss was so cool, he sat there quietly and calmly. His subordinates even dared to surround the police officers. They had never seen such a hot plot before.

"Aki, this boss is so awesome. Damn, do you think we should join him? I think there is definitely a future in following this boss."