Sheng Jiashu never expected that Mo Meilan's social energy would be so exaggerated.

Not only did Mo Meilan take the car to send her goddaughter over, but as soon as she got off the car, someone from the Political Department had already explained to Mo Meilan that it was a misunderstanding. There was no problem with Qixi, so she asked Mo Meilan to drive around with her daughter, and she didn't even have to go in the gate of Doli and could leave at any time.

The ghost man in charge of interrogation, Xia Qi, had already received a call from his boss before he arrived at Moxingling. After answering the call, he shrugged at Sheng Jiashu in discomfort: "The call from the political consultant of the Hong Kong Governor's Office, such an excuse for suspected espionage, is OK to coax the child. Just flip through the lady's information and you will know that she is absolutely impossible to be a spy."

"Can't you think of a way to bring someone quietly?" Sheng Jiashu smacked his lips and complained a little childishly.

Shaqi circled his temple with his fingers twice: "I'm afraid you have any misunderstandings about the Political Department. It can be the phone number of the Governor's Office. Sir, that phone number means that he will decide who can be brought quietly and who can't. Obviously, this girl is considered unable."

"Why do you want someone to let Qixi?" Mo Meilan got out of the car, looked at Sheng Jiashu outside the gate of Yudolli Detention Center, walked over and asked.

Sheng Jiashu scratched his head, looked at the distance and didn't dare to come over, but did not forget to roll his eyes at Qixi: "Deng's people were killed and the shop was burned, which was what she ordered."

"I asked her to do it." Mo Meilan turned around and looked at Qixi, spitting out a mouthful of smoke: "Why would she dare to do it without my instructions?"

Sheng Jiashu let out a heavy breath and looked at Mo Meilan helplessly: "Aunt Lan, you didn't do this. Even if it was your order, it was not yours. If it wasn't considered Qixi's head, I should always let me know who did she find to burn Dunn's shop and kill Dunn's people?"

"I want to teach Dunn a lesson. Mr. Juefa doesn't want a new detective in the North Point to be replaced, so he asked Qixi to do this. Finally, she found Moroma in Guangsheng." Mo Meilan said to Sheng Jiashu in a faint tone: "If you want to know about this, just call me. Why do you find someone to help Qixi with great fanfare? You know, she is my daughter."

Sheng Jiashu closed his eyes and took several deep breaths in a row before apologizing to Mo Meilan in a polite tone: "I'm sorry, Aunt Lan, I'm thinking too much."

"Moroma is indeed a bit too much. It shouldn't be so big, but it doesn't matter if it's big. You are afraid of your hands and feet now, and don't look like a leader?" Mo Meilan's eyes swept to Pan Qingtian in the distance, Sherlock and others: "I thought that if you have a ghost man around you, the people in the martial arts world would not touch you. You don't feel embarrassed to say such words, but I feel embarrassed to hear them."

"I know I'm wrong. Aunt Lan, I don't know anything. I just returned to Hong Kong and did my own thing." Sheng Jiashu lowered his head and said to admit his mistake.

Seeing Sheng Jiashu obediently bowing his head and admitting his mistake, Mo Meilan sighed softly, and reached out to rub Sheng Jiashu's head: "It's good to know that it's wrong. In Hong Kong, ghosts are unreliable. I'll call me directly if I have something to do next time."

"OK."

"The nightclub is very busy, I'll leave first." Mo Meilan pulled the windbreaker jacket with her hand, then turned around, and walked slowly to the Rolls-Royce in the distance.

Sheng Jiashu noticed that there was a small JP logo on the license plate of the car. It was obvious that the car in front of him should be the car of a certain Justice of Peace. Qixi glanced at Sheng Jiashu and got in the car with Mo Meilan.

Sheng Jiashu could feel that Aunt Lan was very disappointed and dissatisfied with her tonight.

After watching the car go away with a smile, Sheng Jiashu hooked her fingers toward Sherlock, who was hiding behind Pan Qingtian, hoping that Pan Qingtian could block his fat body. The fat man ran over and trembled, and helped Sheng Jiashu hand over and light the cigarette in a quick way. He finished his movements in one go: "Header, boss, what are the instructions?"

"Who is Moroma?" Sheng Jiashu asked with a mouthful of smoke.

Sherlock shook his head: "A big man from the martial arts world who suddenly appeared recently is the red stick of Guangsheng, a member of Guangsheng, who is so fierce that he doesn't look like a human. However, because he has a bad temper, does not understand the rules of martial arts world, and is very serious, he can only get moldy in the countryside of Shangshuiwei."

"You really entered Heshengtang?" Sheng Jiashu was silent for more than ten seconds after hearing this, then smiled and looked at the fat man beside him.

Sherlock's fat meat piled up on his face and smiled brightly: "You can have some food, hey, brother crab, leader, boss..."

"Forget it, just call me Pete. Everyone is so familiar with me. I don't know. Every time you see my elder brother and second brother, you are respectful and swearing in your heart." Sheng Jiashu said to Sherlock: "Why did you come to see me suddenly today? Zhong wants to be polite with the boss?"

"I was impulsive. I thought you were so hard-working that even Dunn could handle it, so I rushed over and beg for your help. But I knew you were being put on the grill. If I had known it before, I wouldn't have appeared." Sherlock looked at Sheng Jiashu carefully and said in a low voice.

Sheng Jiashu laughed: "There are not many people as honest as you."

After saying that, Sheng Jiashu walked into the gate of Yudolli: "Mr. Xia Qi, this woman is covered by someone, so you can't just give me an excuse to catch people. It doesn't matter if a man from Moroma is a gangster, right? I always want to see some rewards when I pay."

...

Sai Kung, Tseung Kwan O, Squid Bay.

A grill was built with stones on the beach. At this time, the bonfire was in full swing in the grill. A figure was sitting in front of the grill with a calm expression, flipping the grill with a few sea fishes on the grill that were worn on the military sect.

"Moroma, Moroma, why did he come out and wander around for so long and get such a fancy name?"

Moroma, who had been rebellious in front of Qixi, was now obediently holding his knees, huddled across the bonfire, looking at the figure opposite him with a little restrained look: "My grandmother married a ghost policeman who didn't know if it was Java or Sikh. Here, the Java or Sikh people were called Moroca, so they called Moroma."

"I know, I mean the name of the flower is a little worse, such as the fast sword horse, the prince's horse, the dragon, and the tiger. These names sound more powerful than you, Moroma." The man opposite, in his early thirties, was dressed in Zhongshan suit and a heroic look on his face. At this time, he reached out and handed the roasted fish to Moroma and said.

Moroma got off his butt and took it with both hands: "Shense..."

"What seat is the master's seat? I'm just a horse-bearing horse in front of the saddle and behind the horse, so I'm not worthy of this title." The man grinned, picked up a fish, carefully tear a piece of white and tender fish into his mouth with his hands, and then picked up a can of beer at hand and threw it to Moroma.

Moroma held it in his hand and was a can of American Schafer beer. Seeing the English on the can, Moroma sighed a little: "American Fangzhang Beer, I have never been able to drink it since my teacher stepped down."

"No prospect..." The man tore up fish and wine and said, "Now Xu Houyan of Yixing Society and Ge Zhaohuang from Hongfashan both want to talk to the master. The meaning of the master is that it is a situation of Ge Zhaohuang forever. It is impossible to talk about it again. I skip it and not mention it. I only talk about Yixing Society. Although the master has stepped down and comes to Hong Kong as an apartment official, the connections between the party and the country are not comparable to those of Xu Houyan and Ge Zhaohuang who are only redirected within the Military Control Commission. Xu Houyan wants to cooperate with the master, and the master also wants to borrow a chicken to lay eggs. Yixing Society is a Chaozhou Gang. After cooperation, it will join Yixing Society and develop for a period of time. At that time, the manpower will be absorbed and the connections will be in the hands of the master. This is equivalent to the master's kicking and attacking a force in Hong Kong without hands."

"I understand. I told me before, so this time I deliberately made such a big deal, which made the Chaozhou Gang and the foreign Qing Gang have conflicts." Moroma nodded and echoed, "But I don't understand. What I do now can't tell what it is good for us."

"Ge Zhaohuang is now rootless duckweed. His Hongfashan has no money and no one. Chen Zhongying, who is in charge of Hong Kong, is different from me. He is an outsider and his relationship is only enough for him to make friends with Li Chuafa in Hong Kong. The Qing Gang has had a conflict with the Chaozhou Gang this time. He will not miss this opportunity to show goodwill with Li Chuafa. As long as he is given this opportunity and let him join forces with the Qing Gang, the local community will never accept him again."

"So we will cooperate with Yixing Society at that time, openly fight with the Qing Gang, pull Hongfa Mountain into the water, get Ge Zhaohuang, and vent our anger for the teacher?"

The man stared at Moroma without saying anything. Moroma was stared at him and looked down several times. Finally, he couldn't help but speak: "Sheng, did I say the wrong thing?"

"No, but there is no need to fight for the time being. What we need to do is to hide. The war in the mainland is unstable, the party and the country are swaying, and it is more important to accumulate strength. Now that we have lost our strength, we are not even qualified to be a chess piece for the party and the country." The man drank the beer: "Isn't it because the teacher has stepped down because he has no power?"

"I understand, understand, then I will be more restrained in the future and don't be too arrogant."

"You don't care, otherwise I wouldn't have said that your name is not so prestigious. I'll let you out just to make a name for you." The man raised his beer and signaled to Moroma.

Moroma quickly raised his beer and touched the man. After the man finished drinking, he continued to say, "Seat, then I... what should I do next?"

"If you do such a big thing, you can't hide it. Someone will definitely look for you and push it to the person who is looking for you at that time." The man looked at Moroma and said.

Moroma was stunned for a moment: "Qixi?"

"Mo Meilan." The man said Mo Meilan's name.

"I understand." Moroma drained the beer in one sip: "Don't worry, you gave me my life, I will do whatever you say."

"Thank you for your hard work." The man reached out and patted Moroma on the shoulder: "Take care for yourself."

"Take a seat and take care of yourself," Moroma said, "Actually, I think it's more comfortable to do things around you, both in the teacher seat and in the seat."
Chapter completed!