King's Back

The landlady watched as Jackson and Harry were taken away by the police. She felt very anxious, but she can't do anything about it.

She felt guilty. After all, they were taken away because they save her.

She had forgotten Jackson flirting with her, and now she just wanted him to come back safe and sound.

It took about ten minutes for them to arrive at the police station.

Jackson and Harry were taken to the interrogation room.

The room was only a few square meters, with a small window above the wall. The room was a bit dark with a monitor in the corner.

As soon as they arrived at the interrogation room, Harry voluntarily pulled up a chair for Jackson to sit down and helped Jackson to relax his back and legs.

“Jackson, don't worry. Just take a statement and we'll be out of here in a minute.”

Jackson was in no hurry. Dolcie won't leave during the day anyway, as long as he went back to Dolcy Corporate before he got off work.

“By the way, Jackson, do you smoke?” Harry remembered that Jackson smoked, so he looked for the cigarette in his pockets, but he forgot to bring a cigarette today.

Thereupon he walked to the door, and said to the police obsequiously, “Officer, do you have cigarette? Could you lend me one?”

The officer knew that Jackson had just hit four thugs, but he seemed to be at odds with the captain, so he was taken back to the station.

But knowing that these two people acted heroically saving the lady, the police gave them two cigarettes.

Harry said thank you and trotted over to light it for Jackson. When Jackson just took a puff, with a bang, the door opened and Sara walked in proudly, followed by a recording officer.

“Miss Sara, come on, how do you do. We meet again” Jackson gave a playful laugh.

Sara was grateful to Jackson for helping her crack the drug trafficking case.

But the better Jackson acted, the more she suspected Jackson was involved in the killing.

How could a young driver be so strong? He must be hiding some secrets.

A sense of mission and responsibility made Sara even more curious about Jackson.

be frivolous.

seriously. Instead, he cast a glance over her body and said in all seriousness, “Officer Sara, I advise you not to get angry so easily. Women have several special days every month. Being

What?

other. Was Miss Sara having her period? No wonder she had been so grumpy these

they soon found something was wrong. How did this guy know that Miss

her

don't you dare talk nonsense. This is the

and said innocently, “I'm not talking nonsense. You look pale. You must have worked too hard and bled too much during your periods. You will be anemic if you

a limp, so you’d better go back to rest for a month, or there will be

said seriously, not like joking.

cops can testify that Sara's left leg was injured on duty the previous two days, and she

guy really knew Miss Sara. Otherwise, how could he know

don't talk about this mess. Get down to business. What else do

hands rested on her hips,

those of the landlady, and it

are too big for this job, which increases the risk and makes

the two policemen looked at

words were so

open, and her depressed mood was

of being a

it was very inconvenient whether it was

every woman wanted was the last

her private affair all along, but

against me, right? So, I'm going to teach you

punched her fist against

monitor is still

someone in the interrogation room last time.

away and aggressively moved around the table, and

is here, don't

forward and stood in front of Jackson

himself. If he

“Get out of here.”

then reached over and grabbed Jackson's