"What do we do?"
"Go up and ask directly?"
"It must have been those two, right?"
The man speaking was dressed in a leather jacket, hiding behind an abandoned sedan.
Only the skeleton of the vehicle remained, even the doors had been removed; by now, they'd probably become the door to someone's shack.
There were two more people beside him, one of whom, wearing a duckbill cap, immediately grabbed the companion who was about to stand up upon hearing this question.
"Why are you stopping me?"
"We can't hide today's matter."
"These out-of-towners have no manners; we have to teach them a good lesson, or how will others view our Security Bureau?"
Who knew that the man in the duckbill cap would respond with a face full of mockery:
"Security Bureau?"
"You think you're the police chief just because you have a broken pair of handcuffs in your trousers?"
