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"Who do you think you are, brazenly barging into the Public Security Bureau's interrogation room like this!" Zhao Tao did not recognize the few people, and as he was about to take action, he was interrupted once again and immediately bellowed angrily.
"I am Song Zhentao!" the man leading the group said in a deep voice, his expression indescribably unpleasant.
"I don't care if you're Song Zhentao or Song Zhenhai—this is a police station, so get out!" With Song Ziqiao there, Zhao Tao did not take anyone else seriously.
"Slap!" A crisp slap sounded, and Qian Liben, with a face ashen with anger, shouted, "You bastard, he's the Municipal Party Secretary."
"Ah!" Zhao Tao, touching his face, was suddenly dumbfounded; he had actually just cursed the Municipal Party Secretary—wasn't this seeking death?
Song Ziqiao stood up, laughed awkwardly, and said, "Secretary Song, what brings you here?"
