Liu Zheng, upon hearing the words, nearly vomited blood. This young policeman was truly despicable—nothing short of a hooligan and thug.
However, considering he had already fallen into the enemy's hands, it was difficult to expect to get anything out of him.
Liu Zheng sighed and said, "Fine, since it's like this, I'll just accept my fate."
Zhou Deming was infuriated by Liu Zheng's nonchalant expression—an expression like a pig not afraid of boiling water. He grabbed the collar of Liu Zheng's chest and cursed angrily, "Damn it, you son of a bitch, how dare you talk to me with that tone!"
"Let go," Liu Zheng frowned and said.
"I won't," Zhou Deming gave a cold laugh.
Liu Zheng snorted coldly and said, "Zhou Deming, don't push me."
"You're threatening me?" Zhou Deming shouted angrily.
"Yes, I'm threatening you. Do you dare to hit me?" Liu Zheng taunted.
At that moment, Liu Zheng was filled with indignation. He had never thought that he would fall to such a state one day.
