However, the sensational nature of this case is comparable to an 8-magnitude earthquake, so it's possible that the police might try to make things difficult for the Nie family regarding bail, hoping to discourage them from pursuing the case.
When Nie Jiajun heard that it would cost eight million to bail out a bodyguard, he was unwilling, but since he couldn't make the decision, he didn't dare to speak up.
Uncle Ming said softly, "Third Aunt, the check is already signed. You just need to write down the amount."
Nie Zhao gave her a check that was signed but had no limit. Chen Rou could open it no matter how much it was.
She wrote down eight million in both capital letters and lowercase letters and handed the check to Inspector Lei.
Inspector Lei stamped the release notice, handed it to Chen Rou, and said with a smile, "Please go to the finance department to complete the formalities."
A lawyer had already taken the documents and run away; what Chen Rou needed to do was quickly go find her senior.
Police officers led the way to the detention center, where they waited at the entrance for Song Yuanchao to be brought out.
The detention center at the Hong Kong Police Station is old, dilapidated, and dark, filled with individual cells. The corridors are permeated with a strong, pungent smell of urine and filth, making one want to vomit.
As they were watching, two policemen came out of one of the cells. One was swinging his wrist and carrying a black nylon mesh bag, while the other was limping.
Nie Han watched as the police went inside, but Song Yuanchao didn't come out. Then she saw the two policemen who came out of the room limping. She had at least some experience, so she muttered a curse under her breath: "Damn it, they were beating up Brother Song just now!"
Nie Jiajun wasn't stupid: "The black bag is to avoid being charged. Sister, look at that officer, he beat someone so badly his leg is crippled."
Yes, they were so engrossed in the fight that they forgot about Song Yuanchao's detention period, which shows how ruthless they were.
Nie Han pinched her younger brother angrily: "Are they even police? They're more like gangsters."
Although Nie Jiajun admired Song Yuanchao's courage, he felt that it was a bit of a waste to spend eight million on a mainland Chinese.
He was still a kid, and seeing his sister's worried face, he couldn't help but say something sarcastic: "Sis, that mainland guy is probably already beaten to a pulp. I reckon he won't be able to get out; he'll have to be carried out."
Nie Han gasped, grabbed Chen Rou's hand, and burst into tears.
The corridor was suddenly filled with police officers, who looked casually into the deep passageway, probably wanting to see how badly the man who killed Inspector Yu had been beaten. Each of them had a mocking smile on their lips.
However, Song Yuanchao was quite formidable, as he managed to walk out by himself while holding onto the wall.
Ordinary police officers have no reason to curry favor with rich people, and Yu Zhengrong's importance in the eyes of the officers is immeasurable. So, instead of dodging the officers who hit him, they laughed and teased him: "Mainland boy, do you want to change your pants? Look, you've even peed your pants because you're scared. You smell so bad!"
A group of Hong Kong police officers burst into laughter, slapping their noses and saying, "Ugh, this guy really stinks."
Song Yuanchao's face was twice as big as usual, due to the blood bruises that had risen to his face after he had been beaten.
Just by looking at his trembling legs, you could tell that even if his kidneys weren't blown apart, they were close to bursting.
His eyes were bloodshot, proving that the police hadn't let him sleep for 48 hours and had been repeatedly agitating him.
But thankfully, he made it through. He struggled forward and finally reached the iron fence. He reached out and touched the railing, grinning, "Damn it, I thought you guys were so capable. Is this all you've got? Hmm?"
With an elbow on Chen Rou's shoulder, he struggled out of the detention cell, walking forward step by step, glaring at the officers who had beaten him, raising his middle finger from head to toe.
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