The car screeched to a sudden halt, and the crew-cut policeman along with the skinny policeman swiftly drew their guns, pointing them at Ye Xiong, "What are you doing, put down the knife."
"I'll go with you, but there's no way I'm letting you blindfold me," said Ye Xiong, his gaze sweeping over the two gun-wielding officers, his voice icy cold, "If I don't want to go, no one has the ability to take me back."
The crew-cut and the skinny one took stock of Ye Xiong's ruthlessness, exchanged glances, and ultimately, the skinny young man got out of the car to make a call, clearly seeking instructions.
After a while, the skinny one came back, holding adhesive tape in his hand.
They used the adhesive tape to cover all the car windows and separated the back seat from the front with a cloth, ensuring that even without a blindfold, Ye Xiong couldn't see the outside.
Only then did Ye Xiong put away his dagger, harrumphing as he moved to one side.
