Uncle Ming was so embarrassed that he lowered his head and hid behind a marble pillar.
The lame policeman was also stunned by Sam with a stun gun, shivering for a while before lying down in the water.
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Nie Jiajun acted furtively and stealthily, followed closely by his young mistress. Watching her beat the police officers into a pulp, she herself trembled with fear as she followed behind.
He watched as a group of bodyguards drove the police to the front yard, then slipped down the wall into the back yard, and stealthily made his way to the front yard.
This house actually belongs to Nie Han.
Because it was Han Yuzhu's favorite villa, her will stipulated that it would belong to her eldest granddaughter.
As Nie Jiajun walked over, he saw that although the luxurious villa with its white marble facade had not been repaired for many years, it still exuded nobility and solemnity. In the spacious front yard, two rows of bodyguards in black suits stood brazenly on the eaves of the pool, their dragon heads looking ferociously at a group of policemen who were howling, crying, and begging for mercy.
His grandfather, Nie Rong, the long-time head of the family, stood to the side with a pale face and a cane, while his second uncle, Nie Yao, sat in a wheelchair on the other side with a gloomy expression.
Meanwhile, the new leader, a man of deep thoughts, was Nie Zhao, his uncle, standing in the foyer between two white Roman columns. He had his hands in his pockets, his thin lips slightly pursed, and his eyes were filled with an inscrutable gaze as he looked at the group of policemen.
Hong Kong is the most economically developed city in Asia and also the world's largest international refugee camp.
Here, the police are practically thugs. The police station is a larger triad than even the powerful figures in Kowloon Walled City. Even wealthy people dare not confront the police head-on because they have plenty of weapons. To fight the police, money alone is not enough; you also need wisdom.
Undoubtedly, Nie Zhao knew how to outmaneuver the police.
So at this moment, Nie Yao still sat there in despair and desolation, as his prisoner.
Nie Zhao stood in the spot his mother loved to stand in when she was alive, coldly watching the police as if they were a pack of dying dogs.
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Of course, despite Mr. Nie's arrogant posture, when he saw his wife striding towards him with a police baton, he consciously and tactfully went to greet her, extending his hand to support her from a distance, thus giving her the middle position.
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