But the person who came in was neither Duanmu Tang nor the middle-aged policeman who had interrogated him last time.
Instead, it was an elderly man who looked very kind, probably around sixty or seventy years old, and rather spirited.
He was in casual wear with a friendly smile on his face, and there were two policemen following him.
One of them was indeed the middle-aged policeman from a few days ago.
"How's it going? How do you feel about being here?"
The elderly man's hair was already somewhat grizzled, and he smiled kindly at Wang Chao before beckoning him over gently.
Wang Chao looked at him with annoyance.
"I told you to try these handcuffs for yourself, and you're asking me how it is. Why don't you give it a shot and you'll know, huh?"
"Oh dear, aren't you young? Young people like you shouldn't be so intolerant of hardship, got it?"
After saying that, the old man looked up and laughed heartily, then waved at the two policemen behind him and said to let him loose.
