"Okay, hurry up and drive, there's a traffic jam behind us."

…

Chengdong Police Station.

Wu Ping was taken to the director's office.

Here, Wang Youping naturally would not really interrogate Wu Ping. In a public place, he had to pretend.

As soon as Wang Youping closed the door, he poured Wu Ping a cup of tea and said with a smile, "Brother Wu, what are you doing? Come on, have a cup of tea."

Since there were no outsiders here, Wu Ping was not polite. His face was a little ugly, and he said sarcastically: "What can I do? You have already arrested me and I am involved in a murder case. Why doesn't Director Wang interrogate me?"

"Hey, are you still angry?"

"How can I not be angry?"

Wu Ping stood up and said angrily, "We are friends after all. In front of so many people, you didn't even give me face. My men took the beating for nothing. How can I be so angry? Hey, I'm confused. What do you mean? Is there anyone who acts like you?"

Wang Youping frowned, sat back in his seat, and said calmly, "Boss Wu, don't say that. I'm doing this for your own good. If I had known you would be so ungrateful, I would have let you fight him and made a fool of yourself."

"Hey, are you trying to scare me? I wasn't raised to be scared. He just drives a shabby Land Rover, right? What's so great about it? He has a Yanjing license plate. He made a fortune out there and then comes back to show off. Why? Would I, Wu Ping, be afraid of him?"

Wu Ping is still holding on.

Wang Youping sneered, "Then do you know who beat up your men just now?"

"Who is it?"

"I'm afraid if I tell you, it will scare you."

Wang Youping deliberately kept the secret.