The human rights association has been in decline in the past two years, because the establishment of the women's rights association has taken away a large part of their strength.

It is not easy for them to encounter this kind of thing, and they are more active than anyone else. Only by showing their presence can they expand their influence. As long as they have influence, they can make profits.

…

When Tom woke up, he felt that the sky had changed and the world had become so strange.

There was a microphone in front of him, and reporters who had been stationed all night blocked him at the door like a raging wave, asking all kinds of random questions like flies.

The camera behind him kept flashing like a comic strip, snapping and snapping him and his family into the frame, without any so-called respect for privacy.

"Mr. Tom, do you have any relationship with the gang?"

"Mr. Tom, are you an undercover agent of the Black Horse Gang?"

"Mr. Tom, do you have a violent disorder and often vent your anger by beating prisoners?"

"Tom..."

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz..."

The sound became louder and louder, and Tom's face became extremely ugly. He tightly protected his son and wife behind him, and his ears seemed to be deaf, filled with buzzing tinnitus.

In a daze, he saw his son hugging his arm tightly, his pale face full of fear, and his anger suddenly burst out, and his violent emotions swallowed up his reason.

"roll!"

"Fake..., get out of here..."

"@!￥)&!@()%"

He pushed hard, trying to push these disgusting reporters away, but one person was not as strong as ten people, not to mention the big brother carrying the camera, who was no worse than him.

His actions made the reporters even more excited, like sharks smelling blood, they wanted to stick the microphone into his mouth.

"Fake, you sons of bitches..."

Tom's chest was burning with anger, and he suddenly pulled out his baton and hit them head-on. He couldn't care less, he didn't care about anything, he just wanted to drive these bastards away...

And at the moment when he started to hit someone, the camera behind him flashed more and more frequently, seeming to record all this as a basis for speculation.

“Didi di di!!”

Just then, a police car drove up from a distance.

Two detectives wearing suits and IDs pinned to their chests hurried over. Kong's powerful arms quickly cleared the reporters away and restrained the frantic Tom.

"Let me go, you bastards, I'm the police..."

"I called the police to ask you to disperse them, not to arrest me."

"Idiot, bastard..."

Tom, who was pressed to the ground and handcuffed, struggled hard and was so humiliated in front of his wife and children. This made him extremely embarrassed and angry, and his anger rose again: "Fuck, you stupid pigs..."

The two detectives frowned, and one of them stood up, took out the arrest warrant from his pocket, showed it to the reporters, and said seriously: "We will investigate this matter seriously, please cooperate."

A reporter with a bleeding forehead and broken glasses shouted: "He just beat us..."

The cameramen behind them shouted in agreement: "Yes, I recorded it."

A blonde woman covered her torn collar and cursed angrily: "We are going to sue him, this guy who doesn't respect women..."

The black boy pointed to the bruises on his arms: "He even beats us, he discriminates against race."

"Quiet!"

The detective put his hand on the holster of his gun and shouted in the face of the dazzling flashlight: "If you want to prosecute him, please go to the police station and file a record. We are affiliated with the Investigation Bureau and are only responsible for investigating this matter."

After saying that, without giving the reporters a chance to get angry, he and his companions forcibly picked up Tom, put him in the car and drove away amidst the shouts of his wife and children.

"Fake, they all wear the same pair of trousers."

"This seems to be at the door of his home. It's difficult to win a lawsuit..."

"I can't spare him."

"Expose him!!!"

"exposure!!"

This group of embarrassed reporters looked at the back of the car in confusion, cursed and discussed countermeasures.

Although the lawsuit will not win, they are not willing to be beaten in vain. As media reporters, they have control of the information dissemination channels, and they have many ways to get revenge.

A car drove away quickly, leaving a mess on the ground.

Tom's wife leaned against the closed door, hugging her son tightly, tears streaming down her face like a torrent of tears. The trembling body and the remaining fear on her face showed how frightened she had just been.

Her dull eyes were staring at the ceiling, her expression a little dazed: "Tom, what on earth did you do?"

——

Zhi~

The iron piece was pulled apart, and dazzling light shone in.

Then a familiar face blocked the light and looked quietly at Yan Yu in the confinement room.

Yan Yu exhaled and met his eyes with a smile: "Warden? You look good."

"Thank you." The warden squinted his eyes and looked at the mixed-race man carefully.

What the other person said a few days ago is still vivid in his mind.

True.

At that time, he didn't really believe Yan Yu, so he threw him into the solitary room and has not let him out until now.

But now the public opinion, news, and wind direction outside have already explained everything.

"I want to know how you did it...Oh, my God." The warden took the key from the prison guard, opened the door and took a few steps back. The stench of the shop made him almost vomit.

Yan Yu stretched his muscles and bones, walked out of the narrow, dark and humid confinement room, and said lightly: "Maybe you can let me take a bath and then chat slowly?"

"As you wish."

The warden rolled his eyes and ordered the prison guard next to him: "Take him to take a bath and let him wash off all the stinky smell on his body. Oh my god... I feel like I'm going to lose my sense of smell. Then take him to my office."

"Yes, BOSS."

The prison guard nodded, gave him an unclear look, and said, "Come with me."

There are no single bathrooms or bathtubs in the prison. There is only one large bathhouse, not even a pool or hot water...

Wow~

The prison guard threw the shower gel and shampoo to him, took off his handcuffs and stood guard at the door.

"There's not even hot water."

Yan Yu turned on the shower head and rolled his eyes as he felt the cold water washing over his body.

Now, most of the wounds on his body have faded away. Except for the bruise marks on his back in a few serious places, he looks completely different from the miserable look he had in the past few days.

He pushed his thick black hair back and rubbed the putty on his face vigorously. The refreshing feeling of his pores relaxing made Yan Yu take a deep breath.
Chapter completed!