With Fan Chongfa's words, in Liu Zhenping's eyes, this time his self-surrender was merely a formality.
The connection with the City Secretary is no joke.
So when he walked into the police station,
Liu Zhenping was still confident.
Since it was midnight,
the one "receiving" him was not the head of the White Tower Police Station, Yu Maoshan,
but rather the instructor Chen Fu.
After all, they frequently interacted with each other.
The two were also familiar with one another.
Under the guidance of Chen Fu,
he delivered Liu Zhenping into the detention room at the station.
He said, "Brother Ping, you see it's already midnight, we can't take a statement now. How about you endure the night here, and we continue when the officers come on duty in the morning?"
"Sure, it's all fine. But this wooden bed is too hard, can you get me a quilt?"
"Alright, I'll arrange that right away."
After saying this, Chen Fu locked the door and left.
Waiting and waiting, Chen Fang didn't come over.
