Zhang Xian saw Zheng Youhua approaching and nodded with a smile, saying nothing.
Even facing the city police director, he remained as nonchalant as ever, without the slightest hint of apprehension.
"What are you all gawking at? Aren't you going to release him immediately?" Zheng Youhua snapped at Wu Dalong and the others. "Is this how you serve the people as police officers?"
Wu Dalong and the others trembled and quickly unlocked the handcuffs from Zhang Xian, smiling awkwardly.
"Young man, are...are you alright?"
"Were you injured? We really mistook you for a bad guy. We apologize—we misspoke."
"Right, right. We really didn't know what was going on. When we get back to the office and figure out what happened, we won't give you a hard time."
Zhang Xian saw how fast Wu Dalong and the others changed their attitude and didn't bother to respond.
These guys really have some thick skin. They were so arrogant before, and now they say they don't know what happened.
