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.

all seriousness, “Officer Sara, I advise you not to get angry so easily. Women have several special days every

What?

Was Miss Sara having her period? No

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

was shocked, and her face

you dare talk nonsense. This is the

said innocently, “I'm not talking nonsense. You look pale. You must have worked too hard

have been injured and you walk with a limp, so you’d better go back to rest for a

not like joking.

that Sara's left leg was

knew Miss Sara. Otherwise, how could he

to business. What else do you know about the killer

hands rested on her hips, her chest heaving with

Well, Sara's breasts were bigger than those of the

job, which increases the risk and makes your

looked at Sara’s breasts

words were so poisonous that he hit the

eyes were wide open, and her depressed mood was completely detonated

was a child, she dreamed of being a policeman with a sense

made it too eye-catching, so it

woman wanted was the last thing

had been her private affair all

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

her fist

be impulsive, Miss Sara. The monitor is still on.”

someone in the interrogation room last time.

assistant policemen away and aggressively moved around the table, and wanted to punch Jackson in the

is here, don't hurt my

of Jackson with a righteous look on his

a great opportunity to show himself. If he behaved well,

“Get out of here.”

kicked Harry aside, then reached over