This time, it seems Xiaofan miscalculated. But it's understandable. In his subconscious, all police officers should stand for justice, and such a clear-cut case should be handled fairly.
However, he forgot that there could be moles in the Criminal Investigation Bureau and that at the police station, some would help gangsters frame other gangs. Ouyang Xiong was a prime example of this.
Realizing this later, Xiaofan couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh,
"Money, you truly are a bloodless knife."
"Kid, you can still laugh at a time like this? Be honest..." Seeing Xiaofan's smile, the officer who came over to cuff him paused. What allowed this mere eighteen-year-old high schooler to remain so calm in such a situation?
Still puzzled, the officer grabbed Xiaofan's wrist, cuffing it to the chair, while he prepared to cuff Xiaofan's other hand.
With a swift motion, there was a click. The officer stared bewilderedly at his wrist, wondering what had just happened.
