"Slap? How do you plan to slap me?"
Ye Xuan's eyes turned cold, a hint of contempt flashed across his face as he stared at the foreign police officer, questioning him.
"Well, like this, of course."
Saying that, the foreign officer took out a tissue from his pocket, placed it on Ye Xuan's face, then took out a shoe and, with its dirt-covered sole, swung it hard onto Ye Xuan's tissue-covered face.
"Bang!"
A crisp sound rang out.
Of course, this wasn't the sound of the sole hitting Ye Xuan's face; it was the sound of the handcuffs snapping as Ye Xuan exerted a little strength.
Seeing the handcuffs break apart, the foreign officer was shocked, his hand holding the sole froze in mid-air.
"Hey, there aren't any cameras in here, right?"
Ye Xuan chuckled, took the shoe sole from the foreign officer, and questioned him.
