Jin Hu gave a thumbs-up, "Brother Li, you are the best."
Li Weiguo thought to himself that this young man was just pretending to be mysterious. He didn't believe he really had any remarkable identity. If he were truly from a distinguished background, why would he be eating at a roadside stall late at night?
Convinced that the other party was all bark and no bite, Li Weiguo turned around and coldly instructed the two junior police officers: "Bring him to the interrogation room. I refuse to believe that he can act lawlessly here."
The two officers exchanged glances, then braced themselves and walked towards the young man.
Jin Hu looked malevolently at the young man, thinking, Dare to provoke me, you're seeking death!
Yan Song raised an eyebrow at Jin Hu, his gaze filled with mockery, disdain, and the crushing superiority of a ruler over ants. Despite sitting in a way that made him shorter, there was a sense of contemptuous superiority that could utterly infuriate someone.
