Several minutes passed.
Police sirens sounded in the distance.
Soon, two police cars stopped in front of the Kaiyue Restaurant.
The law enforcement officers in this area had never seen Ye Tian; they were just doing their duty to understand the situation.
They were very polite to Zhang Hongshun and Manager Tian throughout.
After finding out what had happened,
these law enforcement officers looked at He Tao, who was still hugging the column, his waist jerking back and forth.
They felt a chill down their spines.
He Tao's little matchstick was indescribable.
Bloody.
Like a pile of mush.
Zhang Hongshun and Manager Tian repeatedly urged them to bring He Tao to justice.
The officers who had come nodded and agreed.
Together, they took the delirious He Tao to the police car.
Once He Tao was in the police car, his arms wrapped around the front passenger seat, he continued to poke with his mushy little matchstick.
