Song Xiaodong squinted at Zhao Chuo and said indifferently, "Do you even know what kind of person you are?"
Zhao Chuo, with a fierce smile, said, "Nonsense, I'm a cop. I don't care who you are. Once you're here, even if you have money and power, I can do whatever I want with you. Try touching me again and see what happens."
"You still know you're a cop, huh? Then when you were studying at the police academy, didn't you know what the integrity of a cop is?"
"Quit your damn nonsense, I don't need you to lecture me on politics." Zhao Chuo weighed the rubber club in his hand and said, "Do you know what the feature of hitting someone with this rubber club is?"
Song Xiaodong replied indifferently, "I know, if you add a pad, even if you hit someone, the injuries won't show."
"You know quite a lot." The smile on Zhao Chuo's face deepened, but suddenly it became stern, and he said, "But you must have never experienced this pain before."
"Right, I have never experienced it."
