Dong Xuebin hung up on Xie Huilan and tossed the phone back to them.
The old detective looked at him. "Director Dong, you haven't eaten lunch either. How about we go outside and grab something to eat first?"
"Let's go." The thin-faced officer walked over indifferently. "I'll take off your handcuffs."
Leaning against the wall, Dong Xuebin said coldly, "Go? Go where? Didn't you hear what I said earlier? If you don't give me an explanation today, I'm not going anywhere! You arrested me? Put handcuffs on me? Until this score is settled, I'll stay right here! Let the Provincial Leaders see what exactly you people are up to!" From the start, Dong Xuebin had planned to make a scene on his own. Now that Xie Huilan was backing him up and a leader had spoken, he was even more confident.
The old detective frowned. "Director Dong, you..."
"Stop wasting words on him!" The thin-faced officer stepped forward and took the key from the old detective. "Leave or don't! Take his cuffs off first!"
Dong Xuebin smiled at him. "Putting cuffs on is easy. Taking them off won't be."
The thin-faced officer's face hardened. "Cut the crap! Hold out your hand!" As he spoke, he grabbed Dong Xuebin's hand, intending to force the cuffs off.
"Oh? You're trying to get rough?" Dong Xuebin raised a brow and suddenly flicked his wrist upward. Bang! His fist slammed into the thin-faced officer's chin!
The thin-faced detective clutched his chin, baring his teeth in pain. "Damn it! You dare assault a police officer?"
Dong Xuebin smiled. "Don't pin that crap on me. I'm way past playing those games. Besides, weren't you the one who told me to hold out my hand? I did. What, was there a problem with that?"
The old detective