I am the strongest sheriff on the surface

No wonder Fei always said before that he was not treated well by his family. Hearing what he said, Xiao Cheng knew it in his heart.

I don't know whether it is lucky or unlucky to be born in this kind of family.

Ordinary parents, the biggest wish is that their children can be safe and healthy, and live a happy life.

But for a family like Fei's...

Thinking of this, Xiao Cheng silently raised his glass and touched Fei, and then drank it down in one gulp.

"But Xiao Cheng, let me tell you, it's different now." Fei's face turned red from drinking, and his tone became agitated:
"At the gate of Fansuo that day, the first time I saw you, I thought we hit it off."

"Later, we two went through some troubles together, and at night I lay on the bed and figured it out, I can't live in such a muddle anymore."

"27 years old, still in time!"

"Xiao Cheng, I'm toasting you, so I won't talk too much!" Fei filled the wine glasses of the two of them, toasted and said in a very formal way.

"Come on, cheers!" Xiao Cheng didn't show any pretense, he clinked the glass with Fei vigorously.

Both of them poured down the beer in their glasses suddenly.

After drinking for a while, seeing the bottom of the beer that came later, Fei ended the drinking session.

"Xiao Cheng, do you know what's going on in Wen Ze's group?" Fei Fei approached and whispered.

Xiao Cheng shook his head to express his ignorance.

"This person doesn't have any special hobbies, he just has fun." Speaking of this, Fei curled his lips and didn't say any more.

Xiao Cheng understood it as soon as he heard it. He never thought that a person like Wen Ze would be so good at gambling.

Also, this person must have some hobby, otherwise, it's too scary!
Fei saw that Xiao Cheng understood what he meant, and then said in a low voice: "Let's go over in a while, let's make a cutscene, and it will be considered as a face for Wen Ze."

Xiao Cheng nodded.

After agreeing, Fei said, "I'm going to the bathroom, shall I go with you?"

Seeing that Xiao Cheng didn't intend to keep up, Fei stood up and said, "Why don't you wait for me for a while, we'll go there when you come back."

After speaking, walk in one direction.

……

At the same time, across a floor, directly above Xiao Cheng's seat, in a luxury private room on the second floor.

On the leather sofa around the room, there is a person sitting in the middle, about 60 years old, with a straight waist and a casual attire, quietly drinking fragrant tea.

There were two other people standing quietly in the room. One was around 40 years old, nearly two meters tall, with long arms and a hulking waist. He was looking down at the patterns on the floor, wondering what he was thinking.

The other person was wrinkled and ageless, and he was the owner of the mahjong parlor where the gunfight took place when Xiao Cheng captured the gang leader Zhou Bing.

There were only three people in the room, and the large private room seemed extremely empty.

The man on the sofa held up the white porcelain teacup, took a sip, closed his eyes and thought about it for a few seconds, and said, "Jiangbei is suitable for red leaves before the rain. Although it is not top-grade, it is also delicious."

"Master Wen, you know how to tea." The owner of the mahjong parlor stood aside with a smile on his face and a sincere tone.

"Hehe, Lao Liu, how long have you been following me?"

"In the blink of an eye, it's been 20 years."

"What about you? Zhao Guang."

"It's been 12 years, Master Wen." The tall and strong man raised his head and replied seriously.

"You guys remember clearly." The man called Master Wen said while pouring water into a purple sand teapot, "I, Wen Xiong, am getting old, and some things take a long time to remember."

"I'm afraid that one day I will forget it all."

Hearing this, Lao Liu's face tightened, as if he had sensed the meaning, but Zhao Guang didn't respond, he lowered his head and continued to study the patterns on the floor.

"You two have one civil and one martial arts, I was relieved to let you stay in Dongyang." That Wen Xiong picked up a brush, and gently brushed the body of the purple sand pot with the tea soup, his tone was slow and soft.

"But this time..."

"Eat my food, but my business is not done well." Wen Xiong picked up the purple clay pot, and poured the tea soup into the transparent glass justice cup through the tea strainer.

The tea color is red and bright, and the aroma is faint.

"Yes, this matter is messed up, blame me and Zhao Guang for not thinking carefully." Lao Liu said, "I didn't expect to be inspected by the security officer on the day of the transaction."

"The boys under Zhao Guang's hands are too impatient, and I didn't explain clearly."

Hearing what Lao Liu said, Zhao Guang glanced at him, then at Wen Xiong on the sofa, wondering what he was thinking.

"Continue." Wen Xiong looked at the tea soup with focused eyes, and his tone was still gentle.

Old Liu became nervous, the wrinkles on his face squeezed together: "Someone folded in the delivery side, but it doesn't matter, they don't know anything."

"However, on our side, now a living person has fallen into the hands of the law and order."

"We've settled the matter. We'll take care of his family." Xu was afraid of causing misunderstanding, so Lao Liu sped up his speech: "That kid is a man who can handle things, and he will never talk back."

"En." Wen Xiong closed his eyes, noncommittal.

After a few seconds of silence, Lao Liu saw that Wen Xiong hadn't spoken anymore, and gritted his teeth: "I understand, Master Wen."

"That brother's family, don't treat me badly." Wen Xiong opened his eyes, and poured the red tea soup in the glass justice cup into the teacup in front of him:

"The temperature of this black tea is just right now."

After speaking, he slowly sipped his tea again.

"Is there any problem with security?" After a while, Wen Xiong opened his mouth to ask again.

"That's not true. Dongyang City is our root. We still have friends up and down." Old Liu quickly replied, "It's just..."

Old Liu hesitated to speak, but Wen Xiong looked up.

"This time, the business was swept away by the law and order, and the brothers below are a little panicked, saying anything..." Lao Liu organized his words and continued.

"Old Liu, a great man once said that the sky won't fall if people talk!" Wen Xiong interrupted Old Liu with a wave of his hand:

"You can't control what others say, you can only control what you do."

After finishing speaking, Wen Xiong closed his eyes, thought for a while, and then asked: "Which level of security is it?"

"It's just from the district office, and the two little sheriffs came to the door." Old Liu replied respectfully.

"Is there a name or surname?" Wen Xiong asked.

"They're all small sand particles. One's surname is Xiao and the other's surname is Sun."

There was silence in the private room.

After a while, Wen Xiong opened his eyes: "My surname is Xiao..."

His eyes were blurred for a few seconds, and then he regained his focus in an instant: "For us, money is a trivial matter, and what we need is face."

"Let outsiders also see that no one can take two bites of us at will." Wen Xiong poured all the remaining tea soup in the teacup onto the tea tray.

"Understood Master Wen, I will discuss this matter with Zhao Guang, and there must be an explanation."

"Well, do things properly, and calm down in the future." Wen Xiong nodded, with a calm expression: "Tomorrow I will return to the capital of the Union District, and Wen Ze will stay."

After a while, Wen Xiong looked far away:
"Old Liu, Zhao Guang, times have changed."

"Fight, kill, kill...

"out-of-date!"

……

Downstairs lobby.

After Xiao Cheng sat for a few minutes, Fei came back from the toilet and said, "Let's go, let's go and have a look."

After walking two steps, Fei turned around and added: "Go in and listen to my voice later, let's sit for a while and leave, and then we'll get back to work when we're done."

Xiao Cheng nodded, and followed Fei to Wen Ze's private room.