"How dare someone injure our Shang-Ping police flower! Damn it, I don't care who did it, I'm going to cripple them!"
Just as two recently graduated police officers were mourning, the elevator doors suddenly opened, and out walked a young man in jeans, his face full of a wicked charm. Without the need to ask, it was this guy who had spoken the curse above.
The two officers frowned. At a time of sorrow, a thug-like figure had appeared, spouting filth; clearly, he was looking for trouble.
"Who are you?" a young officer asked with a furrowed brow.
Ye Tian's whole heart was with Wang Ke'er, and since he didn't recognize these two officers, he really didn't have the time to deal with them. He strode toward the ICU, and seeing his aggressive demeanor, his face full of wickedness and menace, the officers knew he wasn't someone amiable. They immediately blocked his path and demanded again, "What do you want, show us your ID!"
