Almost instantly, police cars surrounded the area, and a group of officers got out of the vehicles.
"Are you the one who called the police?" a middle-aged officer asked Zhao Guang. After all, everyone else was crouching on the ground, wailing, and only Zhao Guang was standing in place, although he too seemed a bit off.
"Not me, it was him who called the police, but indeed, I told him to do it."
Zhao Guang looked at the middle-aged officer before him, a face full of righteousness, and immediately felt a good impression.
"What's with the tongue twister? What do you do and why are you dressed like that in broad daylight?" a young female officer snapped at Zhao Guang, her hand almost reaching for her gun.
Zhao Guang was speechless: "Is she a temp? Why is she so aggressive?"
"What temp? Do temps get guns? Also, Qian Duo, what have I taught you? Speak nicely if they're not criminals," the older officer was somewhat speechless with the newcomer as well.
