"Without even the slightest visual acuity and intelligence, how did you get into the Ministry of Public Security?" He Chen coldly mocked the other party.
"When I asked you to take him away, I didn't mean for you to bring him to the police station to live the good life. I wanted him brought over to suffer. And what happened? Look at the mess you made." He Chen's gaze scanned the other party from head to toe, noticing not a single mark of abuse on him, making the already tense atmosphere drop by two degrees, as if the air conditioning was malfunctioning and turning the room into an icebox.
"We're ultimately a police station, not a prison. It's not allowed to abuse prisoners." The policeman replied resolutely.
"I don't like listening to people talk back to me," He Chen said as he glanced over at him.
The policeman, who had previously mustered the courage to speak, suddenly turned silent like a mute, not daring to say another word.
