Langhuo is clear about his position, and the farce is just a prelude.

When the police came to arrest him, he said frankly: "Brother police, this car is mine. Am I guilty of anything with my own car?"

The security guard tilted his neck, squinted his eyes at Lang Huo, and cursed, "Bullshit! This car is clearly for VIPs. Do you think I have eyes for nothing?"

"Who is the VIP you are talking about? I said this car is mine, so it is mine. Otherwise, why don't you call the VIP out to confront me?" Lang Huo said unconvinced.

"You're talking nonsense." The security guard turned his head away angrily, not wanting to pay any attention to him.

Seeing this, the police approached Langhuo with handcuffs in hand.

"What the hell are you doing? This car really belongs to me." Langhuo certainly couldn't just sit there and do nothing.

But the policeman was obviously on the same page as the security guard, so he handed over the handcuffs anyway.

At that moment, a member of the Slutty Mercenary Group drove a gold-plated Rolls-Royce Phantom into the parking lot, stopped directly in front of Lang Huo, and said, "Boss, your private plane is about to take off."

The policeman who was about to handcuff someone was suddenly pulled by his colleague, indicating that the situation had changed and he should wait and see.

When their eyes passed the car and they heard the private plane, they consciously took two steps back.

Yes, if the man in front of you has a private jet, he must be a super rich man. Catching such a guy will be useless and will only cause trouble.

In reality, 90% of people base their actions on others, and the police are no exception!

"Come here, come here. You said this car is not mine. How about you call the owner over and I ask him to admit in person that it's mine?" Lang Huo looked up with his nose in the air, and while pretending to be stupid, he deliberately made a scissors gesture towards the driver.

The driver understood what he meant and handed over a Cohiba cigar as soon as he got out of the car, which made Langhuo's status rise to a higher level.

The security guard frowned. He was sure that this car was driven by a VIP and he had seen it many times.

Now an unidentified person has come, and he looks quite impressive, which is really burning up his CPU.

Grabbing the intercom, the security guard looked at the police, then at the man, and then at the surrounding surveillance cameras. After making sure that everything was fine, he began to report the matter.

"Hello~ Can you hear me?" the security guard called out over the intercom.

"This is the command post, what's going on?"

"VIP No. 133's car was vandalized by a stranger, and now he's been caught red-handed. The stranger claims the car is his, and the police are also at the scene," the security guard briefly explained.

"Why don't you just let the police take him away? Is there any need to tell us about such a small matter?"

"The other party's car is a Rolls-Royce and he has a private jet. He must be a person of status." The security guard was silent for a moment after saying this.

Upon hearing this, the other side was silent for a few seconds.

"You should call more brothers to control the scene. After ensuring safety, I will go and ask VIP No. 133." The command post said vigilantly.

"Okay, I understand." After saying that, the security guard walked towards the police and started communicating privately.

After hearing the command post's arrangement, the police began to check Langhuo's Rolls-Royce intentionally or unintentionally, and took out a metal detector from their waist and began to scan Langhuo and his driver.

"What are you doing?" Langhuo cooperated with his body but remained harsh with his words.

"Sir, please open your car, we want to check it!" While the police was asking questions, he had already pulled out his gun, which was obvious.

For an industry as large as Pu Rui Palace, the security scale and professional quality are top-notch.

Any anomaly will be noticed.

Seeing the other party's persistence, Lang Huo said coldly: "Open it and show it to them."

After the trunk was opened, the police searched it inside and out. One of the police officers squatted down and even searched the bottom of the car.

"We've checked and there's no threat. You can notify VIP No. 133." After the police nodded, the security guard reported to the command post.

The brightly lit and magnificent Puri Palace is a famous red-light district.

Its internal core area is the entertainment area for dignitaries.

The women who are able to serve in this area are carefully selected from all over the world.

The technology and quality are both top-notch.

Pete had no blessings before, but since he took over the drug refining business, Commons has spent a lot of money on welfare benefits in order to appease this disobedient nephew.

The VIP card of Purui Palace was given by Commons, and the credit limit of this card is 30 million.

You can have unlimited fun at Puri Palace within one year!

Number 133 means that 132 people have recharged before Pete.

When the security guard found Pete, the boy had just gotten up and took out the top-quality sample that Zeng Mishan had previously refined, ready to smoke it.

"Dear Mr. Pete, excuse me for disturbing you!" The security guard in a suit bowed and walked up to Pete and said.

"What's wrong?" Pete asked politely.

"The situation is this: your beloved car was maliciously vandalized by a scoundrel who claimed it was his. We didn't want to trouble you with such a small matter, but it turns out the scoundrel drives a Rolls-Royce and has a private jet. We came to ask for your opinion after confirming that there is no security threat outside," the bodyguard said politely.

When Peter heard this, his angry expression began to clear up. He asked in surprise, "Could it be that some rich man has taken a fancy to my car?"

The security guard remained silent after hearing this. He was also evaluating whether there were any suspicious points in the whole incident based on Pete's reaction.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Pete, the other party is a yellow man," the security guard added.

Yellow people? Rich people? Pete's eyes lit up. When he had no money, he could get used to a hard life, but now that he had tasted the taste of being rich, a certain gene in his genes was pried open.

If I kidnapped a rich man and put him in Cell No. 79, there's no reason for my uncle not to give me a share of the profits, right? Peter thought about it for no reason.

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