Just as Gan Luo stood there dumbfounded, his mind blank, several police officers walked in from outside.
They took him and Chen Bin to the police station together.
After finishing the statement, Chen Bin walked out of the interrogation room.
The chief of police had been waiting outside for some time.
They went to a secluded reception room, where the chief initiated the conversation.
"Minister Chen, what do you think of this matter?"
Chen Bin pointed to his injured lip and said, "This should count as a minor injury, right?"
"It counts! It definitely counts! I have connections at both the District Prosecutor's Office and the District Court; I can arrange for a forensic assessment of your injuries right now."
"Alright, I have one demand: he must spend time in the lockup."
"No problem! With your word, he won't be out for two years."
Patting the other's shoulder, Chen Bin said solemnly.
"Do a good job, you have a promising future."
