Mei Gangzou wore a blue, striped suit, a demanding choice of attire that, coupled with his middle-aged wrinkles, gave him an air of defiant vigor.
The semi-open balcony, enclosed by a ring of transparent glass, fully showcased Mei Gangzou's figure.
If the wailing sirens from the surrounding police cars could be considered a kind of background music, then Mei Gangzou at this moment appeared as though he was performing a stage play.
He looked down with a disdainful gaze, as if he were looking down on mere ants.
"Mei Gangzou, we are the police, you are now surrounded…" The shouting officer used a very cliché line, but in this situation, there was never a need to be original.
Life is your own, so is freedom, and when they are lost, you won't care what took them, whether it's a scumbag, whether there were any gifts, or where it happened. In the end, it all comes down to the same old tricks.
