"Things, no things, what things could I possibly have? Oh right, Xiao Liu, you come over quickly and take away all this wine and dishes."
"No, no, no, I haven't finished eating yet."
"Yes, cuff this guy up completely, and then secure him to that iron chair over there."
The old man was already too lazy to bother with Wang Chao's nonsense.
He stood up directly and then addressed the middle-aged policeman, that is, Xiao Liu.
"What's the matter, old man? What's going on? We are still here chatting and eating, right? I wanted to have a good time with you. Why do you just leave like that?"
Wang Chao looked exceedingly frustrated.
Right after that, the middle-aged policeman cuffed him again and then secured him to the iron chair up there.
"I don't care about you. Just stay here quietly."
The old man gave him an annoyed look, then turned around and walked away.
All that could be heard was the clang of the iron door being locked directly.
