Police Station.
Inside the Interrogation Room.
After hearing Dong Xuebin's accent earlier, Hu Hanbin and the officers had already gotten that impression. Now that they saw his place of origin, none of them were too surprised. People from the Capital City tended to be arrogant, unruly, and full of nonsense and tall tales. Dong Xuebin fit that label perfectly. Everything he said and did matched that style down to the smallest detail. If Dong Xuebin's ID had said he was from somewhere else, the officers probably would not have believed it. That might have been an exaggeration, but different regions could indeed shape different personality traits to some extent. Whether it was heredity, education, or social influence, there was some scientific basis for it. Dong Xuebin's family had been from the Capital City for generations, and he had inherited those traits quite "thoroughly."
Hu Hanbin asked a few more questions.
Dong Xuebin merely smiled and ignored him.
Hit him? They could not! Curse him? They could not!
The officers had no idea how to deal with him. They did not dare push him too hard either. They had already seen from Liu Xing, the young officer, and the Black Car Driver what a cornered Dong Xuebin was capable of. They knew he was the type who responded to kindness but not force.
What a headache!
How had they run into a bastard like this?
And a bastard who could fight so damn well!
Hu Hanbin felt that his dignity as station chief had taken a hit. He had never dealt with someone like this before. They could not even put handcuffs on him. He refused to cooperate, yet they could not use force. It was as awkward as it could get, and utterly humiliating!
Ring, ring, ring.
A call came