Tang Hong's threat was too potent, and he indeed held the lifeline of the grassroots police officers.
For a moment, the people behind Xue Yang began to waver.
"Mr. Xue, I'm sorry."
A police officer saluted Xue Yang and then walked behind Tang Hong, with his head bowed low, not daring to meet Xue Yang's eyes.
With the first one gone, a second followed.
In the blink of an eye, only three people remained behind Xue Yang.
Among them were two auxiliary officers, leaving only one official policeman.
It was a young man named Wang Zhe, who had just graduated from the police academy this year.
Xue Yang laughed out of anger. When he took office, these people had vied with each other to report to him and pledge loyalty.
Xue Yang had also made promises, assuring them that if they worked well with him, he would not let them down in the future.
Who would have thought that when trouble came, they ran faster than anyone else!
