Looking at the handcuffs, terror filled Qi Yue's eyes, "Where do you intend to cuff me? I only have one hand."
The police officer, evidently experienced, pointed at a thin tree nearby and said, "We will cuff you to this tree. You'll have the opportunity to explain everything, but only once we get back to the station."
At this point, Qi Yue's anger was beyond description. Harassed by these cops, his frustration had peaked. Perhaps in the past he could resist bullets, but now he was no different from an ordinary man with just slightly more strength. Without the protection of his cloud-like strength, how could he stand a chance against bullets?
Just as Qi Yue was pondering over what to do, a piercing siren sound heralded the arrival of another police car. The car quickly parked right behind the previous one. This was a converted German car, noticeably more luxurious than the previous one. A person alighted from the car as the door opened.
