The Return of the Reborn Heavenly Venerable

Chapter 5 A Bowl of Porridge

At lunch time, Qin Zhiluo stood in front of the large platform of big meals, looking at the gruel in his bowl filled with rancid smell, he couldn't help frowning.

"Mine?" Qin Zhiluo looked at the little policeman and asked.

The little policeman waved the big spoon: "It's not yours, is it still mine?!"

Qin Zhiluo slowly put down the bowl of gruel filled with rancid smell, took the bowl from Lao Jin behind him, and took a bowl of rice and two fresh dishes for himself.

"Qin Zhiluo! What do you want to do! Grab other people's jobs in front of me, what do you let others eat?!"

"He eats this bowl." Qin Zhiluo calmly picked up the previous bowl of sour porridge and put it in Lao Jin's hands.

Lao Jin looked at Qin Zhiluo, then at the little policeman, with a very delicate expression.

The little policeman is the guard of the detention center. His name is Yang Jia. He was just a gambler who owed a lot of debts. He climbed up to Li Jian through Lao Jin's relationship. He usually walks sideways in this detention center, so the suspects here will find ways to curry favor with him.

"You, and him, get the food in your hands in exchange!"

Yang Jia felt that his majesty was being challenged, so he lowered his volume with a straight face.

Although the voice was low, it had already attracted the attention of everyone present. The others who left Qin Zhiluo's cell were all waiting to see this Qin Zhiluo being trained by Yang Jia.

"Change?"

Qin Zhiluo stretched out the food in his hand to Lao Jin, and looked at Lao Jin with a smile.

Lao Jin hesitated for a while, then looked at Yang Jia, and finally closed his eyes and took the food from Qin Zhiluo's hand.

"You! You drank the porridge in front of me. This is your food for the whole day today."

Seeing Lao Jin's cooperation, Yang Jia became even more arrogant, pointing at the bowl of porridge he had found and grinning grinningly.

"What to drink! What to drink!"

Just as Qin Zhiluo was about to mobilize his true energy, a middle-aged man hurried in from the entrance, with two policemen behind him.

The middle-aged man was wearing a police uniform and had a beer belly. He wiped his sweat while walking, and his face looked a little flustered.

"Director." Yang Jia saluted this person when he saw him.

"Snapped--"

It can't be explained that this person whom Yang Jia called the director slapped Yang Jia's face. Not only Yang Jia was slapped, but also everyone at the scene was stunned.

"Is this something people eat?" Song Minghui, the director of the detention center, yelled, "Eat one and show me."

Yang Jia was a little dazed, and stammered, explaining: "The director of... the director, he... he is... Brother Jian caught... arrested him."

"Jian Jian Jian, what is Jian Jian, do you know who is behind him?!" Song Minghui slapped Yang Jia on the face again as he spoke.

Yang Jia also became annoyed after being beaten, threw the spoon and shouted: "Song Minghui, don't be shameless, I'm Li Jian's man!"

"Pa——" Song Minghui slapped him again, and said, "It's Li Jian standing in front of me today, so I can hit him right now."

"you!"

Yang Jia was furious, and he was not stupid. He had never seen Song Minghui so stubborn before, so he shifted his gaze to Qin Zhiluo. Could it be that there is really someone behind Qin Zhiluo?

Song Minghui turned his head, smiled innocently at Qin Zhiluo, and said, "You are Mr. Qin Zhiluo, right? You are fine, and you can leave here at any time."

"It's very comfortable here, why should I leave, you look at the porridge, how delicious is it?"

Qin Zhiluo brought the rancid porridge in front of Song Minghui, shaking it lightly.

Song Minghui's complexion changed, he glared at Yang Jia viciously, then looked at Qin Zhiluo with a bitter face, and said, "Oh, Mr. Qin, stop joking with me."

"No, no, just now, Guard Yang said that he asked me to drink the porridge in front of him. This is my food for the whole day."

As Qin Zhiluo said, he picked up the rotten porridge and was about to put it in his mouth. Song Minghui was in a hurry and stepped forward to stop it.

"Mr. Qin, just say, why do you want to leave?" Song Minghui is not stupid, it is obvious that Qin Zhiluo and Yang Jia have already formed a relationship.

Qin Zhiluo could wait, but Song Minghui couldn't wait. Early this morning, he was yelled at in the first phone call. If this matter is not done well, he may become the director of the toilet in the future.

"Drink this." Qin Zhiluo laughed, turned to Yang Jia, and handed out the bowl of rotten porridge.

"I'm an idiot! Don't bully people too much?!" Yang Jia pointed at Qin Zhiluo's nose, his face twisted.

"Director Song, look, then I have nothing to do. I'd better drink it myself."

"Don't, don't, don't." Song Minghui took the porridge from Qin Zhiluo's hand, turned his head, and shouted at the policeman behind him: "Tie up."

Two policemen quickly pressed Yang Jia's uniform to the floor. Song Minghui walked up to Yang Jia. Yang Jia was anxious: "Song Minghui! I belong to Li Jian, you can't do this, you can't do this!"

Yang Jia's face became contorted, Song Minghui smiled slightly and said, "Brother, don't blame me, brother, Li Jian can't afford to offend the people behind him."

Song Minghui pinched Yang Jia's mouth with one hand, and poured the bowl of rotten porridge into Yang Jia's mouth with the other. In just a few tens of seconds, Song Minghuan poured the porridge into Yang Jia's mouth.

"Wait for me..." Yang Jia got up, before he could finish speaking, his stomach was churning, and he found a corner to vomit.

"Mr. Qin, can we leave now?" Song Minghui smiled at Qin Zhiluo.

Qin Zhiluo nodded in satisfaction, and left the detention center under the leadership of Song Minghui.

Behind him, Yang Jia stood in the corner, watching Qin Zhiluo leave, with a murderous look in his eyes.

"Qin Zhiluo, wait! We can't finish what happened today! Vomit~" Yang Jia bowed his waist and continued to vomit wildly.

……

Accompanied by Song Minghui, Qin Zhiluo left the detention center, a Maserati was parked outside the gate, and two people stood in front of the car.

One of them was Lin Zhenxiong whom I met yesterday on the bullet train, while the other, wearing a suit and sunglasses, stood solemnly behind Lin Zhenxiong, motionless.

"Old Lin, I've brought you the person you want." Song Minghui bowed to Lin Zhenxiong.

Lin Zhenxiong waved to Song Minghui, and Song Minghui left without saying anything more.

"Mr. Qin, I am late." Lin Zhenxiong cupped his fists respectfully.

The bodyguard behind him was shocked, who is Lin Zhenxiong and what is his identity?To be so polite to the young man in front of him!