Chapter 1,622 Arrest Warrant 2

"My name is Hannah, who are you?" Hannah hugged the bear pillow and looked at Ariel timidly.

Boom.

Pearl hit her on the head with his hand and said carelessly: "I want to call you sister, sister Ariel, do you understand?"

Hannah, who felt a little pain on her little head, took a breath and said pitifully with tears in her eyes: "Oh ~ Sister Ariel."

"Don't always bully Hannah." Li Xiaobin's eldest son, Richard, pressed his hand on her head and said funnyly, "You are like a little bully."

"She's not a little bully...she's a bully!" 9-year-old Frank sitting next to him curled his lips and said, "Little devil."

"Are you talking about me?" Pearl put her hands on her hips and her eyes widened.

Frank threw away the toy in his hand, looked at her unwillingly and said, "You are just a little devil, you always like to bully others."

"Then do you want to be beaten now?" Pearl shook his little iron fist.

"Hey!" Aiden interrupted their argument and said funny: "Can't you two get along well with each other?"

"He was the one who started it." Pearl glanced at him, hugged her brother's legs and said coquettishly: "He always bullies me, brother, beat him."

"I don't want to be beaten by dad." Aiden spread his hands innocently, "The same goes for you two. Today is Christmas. If you don't want to be beaten, just be honest."

"It's you I'm talking about." Richard hit his brother Frank on the head and threatened with a smile; "Otherwise, I will tell my mother when I go back."

Frank shrank his head, curled his lips, sat down and stopped talking. He was more afraid of his mother, Bullock, than his father, Li Xiaobin, so he had better be honest.

"Children, dinner is almost ready. Can you help put things on the table?" Li Zitao appeared next to the sofa wearing an apron.

"Pfft~" Seeing his appearance, the children couldn't help laughing.

Li Zitao looked down at his black-and-white apron, which was a bit small like a tights, and said with a wry smile, "Maybe I should find a tailor to customize a men's apron."

While they were joking, Frandi stepped forward quickly and whispered in his ear: "Sir, there is someone from the district inspection downstairs who said he wants to see you if he has something to do."

"Someone from the local police?" Li Zitao was surprised. No matter who he was, he would be surprised if he came to his door on Christmas.

"Are there any police?" Li Zitao couldn't help but think of Aiden's case.

Fran Emperor pondered: "The guard said there were six uniformed men."

"Who's taking the lead?"

"Manhattan Deputy District Attorney, Peter Box."

"Ask him to wait for me in the conversation room below."

After Emperor Fran left, Li Zitao untied his apron and handed it to his wife, "I'm going out for a trip and will be back soon."

"What happened?" Although his expression did not change, Mary could still see that he was a little angry.

"Nothing, I'll be back soon." Li Zitao kissed her on the cheek and left quickly and entered the elevator.

In front of Li's apartment, Peter Box, two assistant prosecutors, and six police officers were waiting for the message from the other party.

"It's such a luxurious palace. Have any of you ever been in it?" The assistant prosecutor pointed sarcastically at the brightly lit building in front of him.

"What do you think! This is a palace built by privileged people for themselves." Someone said sarcastically.

Such a luxurious apartment that can accommodate hundreds of people is actually only home to a few members of a family. I heard that hundreds of people work here to provide them with daily services.

"Man, do you know how much it costs to keep these lights on for one night?" Another assistant prosecutor said to the security guard in front of him with a frivolous smile.

Unfortunately, he didn't get any response. The other person stared straight ahead with a sullen face, like a stone statue.

"800 U.S. dollars." A voice appeared from behind, and Wang Kui, wearing a black suit and a meticulous expression, walked slowly over.

"What?" The assistant prosecutor had a sullen face. He didn't like the visitor's expression and tone.

"To answer your question, it's 800 US dollars a night, maybe more expensive." Wang Kui stood in front of him and said coldly: "Any questions?"

"Who are you?" Peter Box stopped his colleague and looked at him suspiciously.

He has yellow skin and the suit he is wearing looks valuable. He appears near Li's apartment again. He must be related to the people inside.

"Wang Kui, Mr. Li's new security director." Wang Kui finished speaking indifferently and nodded to the bodyguards blocking the door.

The bodyguards nodded in response. They had already received news that Wang Kui would serve as the security director, but no one expected that he would report on Christmas Eve.

"Peter Box, Deputy District Attorney of New York." Peter stretched out his hand and said.

After looking at his hand, Wang Kui turned and walked towards the hall, which made Peter's assistant shout; "Hey, what do you mean?"

"Let those policemen stay away." Wang Kui said without looking back.

After hearing his order, the bodyguards looked at each other and took a step forward: "Gentlemen, please step back."

"Do you know what you're doing?" Peter yelled at him, "You don't want to do this, hey... did you hear that?"

"Gentlemen, please step back to the steps." The bodyguards pressed forward step by step, and the policeman standing behind Peter put his hand on his gun holster.

What he did was like a fuse. The bodyguards' hanging right hands reached under their suits, and the bulge in their waists became more bulging.

"Stop, gentlemen." The appearance of Frankie brought an end to the confrontation that might have gotten worse.

"Mr. Box, you can go up." Frandi made a gesture of invitation, and then said: "One person."

"We have an arrest warrant. We are here to take away the suspect, not a guest." The assistant prosecutor took out the arrest warrant and held it in front of him and said.

Frankie did not speak and still maintained his previous actions. Peter raised his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, I'll go up alone."

Looking up at the high and glorious ceiling, the exquisite and distinctive Roman carvings, the floor is as smooth as a mirror marble.

There were also many things that Peter had never seen before. He didn't know what they were, but they looked very valuable.

The elevator kept going up, but Peter's eyes were a little weak.

He didn't look like a deputy prosecutor who came to take away a suspect, but like a bumpkin who walked into the Metropolitan Museum for the first time.

The elevator finally stopped on the 25th floor, and Peter Box also met the suspect's father this time.

"Mr. Charlie Lee, nice to meet you." Peter Box extended his hand politely, looked around and asked, "Where is Aiden Bran?"

"That's my son, did you know?" Li Zitao looked at him and said with a smile.

Peter Box said regretfully: "Yes, we know, but there are new developments in the case and we need him to go back and cooperate with the investigation."