Faced with the forceful entry of the patrolmen and the dark muzzles of their guns, Lin Bei casually pulled over a bedsheet to cover the young woman's body and then obediently raised his hands.
"Xinxin, Xinxin..."
A middle-aged man hurried in.
Seeing the young woman unclothed and curled up in the blanket, his face turned furious, and he swung his fists, smashing them viciously onto Lin Bei.
"Beast, I'll kill you..."
The middle-aged man rained down punches and kicks in a fit of rage.
Lin Bei did not resist.
His mind was preoccupied with thought.
He was thinking about who exactly was setting him up.
Why had his adversary not killed him while he was unconscious but instead gone to great lengths to contrive this situation? What was the purpose?
As the patrolmen burst in, a group of media personnel followed closely behind, and upon entering the room, they began snapping photos.
"Stop taking pictures, get out..."
The patrolmen hurried to intervene.
