The old man was mentally prepared, but he was still nervous. Facing the fierce police, he rubbed his wrinkled hands together and mustered the courage to say, "My son is being wronged!"
The policeman was taken aback, probably not expecting the old man to dare to contradict him.
He clicked his tongue, walked up to the old man, looked down at him for two seconds, and suddenly grabbed his collar, lifting him up: "Do you want to die?"
The old man tried to pry his hands off, but he was old and frail, unable to match the strength of the burly man.
"A farmer scraping by in the field, yet you want to fight Secretary Liu?" The policeman threw him onto a chair, stretched out a finger, and tapped on his head: "Do you think complaining will help? Don't you see who controls this area? Even if you go to Beijing to report, it will be useless! That Director Song you mentioned has already been arrested."
The old man widened his eyes, Director Song was arrested?
