Xu Youcai nodded appreciatively at Zhao Tianyang, rubbed his reddened wrists, and then took the cigarette. He lit one up and took several deep drags before fixing his gaze on Zhong Han.
"Director Zhong, thank you for cultivating me over such a long time. Without you, there would be no me today."
Xu Youcai deliberately stretched the word "cultivate" very long, making his meaning clear to anyone listening.
The mood of Wang Min and the others relaxed with Xu Youcai's words, but Zhu Peng and Zhong Han couldn't help but change their expressions.
After giving Zhong Han a mocking glance, Xu Youcai slowly said to everyone, "To be honest, when I first graduated from the police academy, I swore I would be a good cop, worthy of the country, the people, and the national emblem. But now I've become a prisoner at the foot of the stairs. Everything I wanted to be worthy of, I've now betrayed. What irony!"
