Just after she left the room, Lai Xiaojun suddenly threw a punch, aiming for An Yan's face.
At that moment, An Yan was handcuffed to the interrogation chair, unable to move either hand.
In his eyes, there was no way An Yan could dodge that punch.
However, An Yan dodged it.
Their specially made handcuffs couldn't confine an Ancient Martial Cultivator at all.
When Xiaohe came in with a cup of water, he saw Lai Xiaojun lying on the ground, his nose bruised and face swollen.
And An Yan was sitting properly in the interrogation chair, her hands securely cuffed.
Nothing was amiss.
"What... Captain Lai, what happened to you?"
Lai Xiaojun's head was spinning with pain, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
That woman had hit him and then calmly sat down again! It happened as fast as lightning.
He could claim he was hit, but there was no surveillance here. Who would believe it?
The policewoman looked at An Yan with confusion and asked, "What just happened?"
