"What law? Let me tell you straight, in a place like this, we are the law!" Zhang Dacheng said, his face contorted as he looked at Lin Mu, clearly dissatisfied with Lin Mu's attitude.
"You're the law? If that's the case, then sorry, there's no need for us to talk anymore!" Lin Mu sneered.
"There isn't. Sign this!" Zhang Dacheng said, picking up a document from the table and tossing it to Lin Mu.
Lin Mu took the document and glanced at it. It was titled "Confession Statement." Then Lin Mu read the contents and immediately had that sickening lurch in his stomach.
"It read: 'So-and-so, organized a large-scale gangster brawl on month X, day Y; murdered someone at location Z on year A, month B, day C...' Reading this, his heart instantly sank; they'd certainly been thorough with their fabrications. Any one of these charges was a capital offense. It seemed they really wanted him dead. Fucking ruthless!
