"This is a restaurant, isn't it very normal to have daggers and knives? Maybe it's used for deboning. Besides, just because someone says a fight is happening doesn't mean it's actually happening, right? If someone claims it's the end of the world, does that mean it really is the end of the world? Officer, you need to use your brain a bit more, don't be so headless; otherwise, someone will get hurt."
Upon hearing Xue Bing's words, Lu Tianxing spoke disdainfully, his gaze wandering over Xue Bing's chest, which seemed to have grown larger when she was angry.
Could it be silicon inside? But no, it didn't look like it was artificially enhanced.
Xue Bing ignored Lu Tianxing's slick talk. Her sharp gaze was fixed on him, attempting to read any slight change in expression, trying to gauge a suspect's inner thoughts through their facial expressions—this was a fundamental skill for every police officer.
