Wang Yunxiao entered the cell block for the third time, feeling as familiar and comfortable as if he were returning home.
So when he saw Old Master He, he wasn't surprised at all.
Although the police department had provided Old Master He with a dormitory, the dormitory was only cleaner; it wasn't as comfortable as living in this cell block.
The young police officers brought over by Qin Xiangdong were all high and mighty and knew nothing; Old Master He had nothing in common with them. Unlike here in the cell, where everyone was like his grandkids, Old Master He could hit or scold them whenever he wanted, and these bastards had to keep him happy.
The people who had previously been detained had been replaced, and as the newcomers saw Wang Yunxiao, who looked young and unfamiliar, they decided to teach him a lesson by tripping him as he walked by.
Wang Yunxiao wasn't about to indulge such nasty habits, so he kicked up his foot and fed him a big shoe.
