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.

I advise

What?

having her period? No wonder she had been so grumpy

wrong. How did this guy know that Miss Sara was

her face suddenly

nonsense. This

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

walk with a limp, so you’d better go

seriously, not like

right. Two cops can testify that Sara's left leg was injured on duty the previous two days,

Miss Sara. Otherwise, how could he know so

business. What else do you know

rested on her hips, her

breasts were bigger than those of the landlady, and it was so eye-catching

for this job, which increases the risk and

again, the two policemen looked at Sara’s breasts and nodded in

was so right. They've already seen that. This guy's words were so poisonous that

were wide open, and her depressed

of being a

well, and made it too eye-catching, so it was very inconvenient whether it

woman wanted was

had been her private affair all

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

punched her

The monitor is still on.” said

someone in the interrogation room

the assistant policemen away and aggressively moved around the table,

here, don't hurt

front of Jackson

himself.

“Get out of here.”

Harry aside, then reached