"We said you trafficked drugs, not that you used them." The two police officers completely disregarded Chen Hao's suggestion. The one taking notes handed over a piece of white paper with writing on it and said, "Sign your name here, and we won't ask any more questions."
Chen Hao took the white paper, looked it over carefully, then crossed his arms and curled his lip, "Do you think I'm an idiot? If I sign this, wouldn't that be admitting that I've trafficked drugs? I haven't trafficked anything, why should I sign?!"
"Because we are the police!" the interrogating officer stood up abruptly, "You sign when you are told to sign, what's with all the nonsense?!"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense and charged.
"The reputation of the police is being tarnished by scum like you," Chen Hao said, scoffing as he crossed his legs.
The two police officers exchanged glances, one of them reached for the stun baton nearby, while the other clenched his fists.
