Xia Ruofei's expression shifted slightly, and he hurried toward the sound.
He soon reached the door of a hospital ward. Seven or eight people crammed into the room, where Cao Tieshu and several other farmer-looking men were locked in a standoff with a few individuals in police uniforms. A middle-aged woman lay on the hospital bed, her face twisted in pain. A thick plaster cast covered her leg, and fresh scrapes marred her face.
Ruofei noticed that the uniformed men lacked official police ranks. Their armbands gave them away—they were merely auxiliary police officers.
The lead auxiliary officer pointed a mocking finger at Tieshu. "Old geezer! Don't push your luck! Letting you off with just a fine is already a massive favor. If you keep yapping, see if I don't lock you all up!"
Tieshu stuck his neck out stubbornly, his eyes burning with fury.
