"He wouldn't dare not to spill the beans!" Hou Lejia's emotions lingered in the angry stage for quite some time.
The few Longli County criminal police officers by his side immediately turned around, bowed their heads to look for water, and didn't even try to console him.
Hou Lejia cursed vehemently for a full minute.
It was at this point that Jiang Yuan began to regard Hou Lejia with new respect: he spoke the dialect very well, exceptionally pure. The rhythm of his cursing was also good, and the curse words were quite unique, never repeated. If he were in Jiang Village back home, he'd definitely be the makings of a folk song prince.
A level-three master of vulgarity, in Jiang Village, would also be a beloved old fart.
Looking at Hou Lejia's appearance, his face was a bit old, but for an old fart, that wasn't a concern, nor was a bit of darkness to his complexion. But he had a good height, which was advantageous among the elderly population.
