Time ticked by, second by second.
About twenty minutes later, the interrogation room door was finally pushed open again.
The young officer returned, and the cold expression on his face had completely pronounced Wu Xiao's death sentence.
Facing Wu Xiao's eager, pleading gaze, the young officer shook his head and let out a sigh.
"Regarding the ten-million sponsorship, I reported everything to the chief exactly as you said."
"However, the senior leadership's stance was extremely firm."
"Your streaking caused an unprecedentedly terrible social impact. You must be punished severely, with no room for negotiation or compromise."
"You should give up on the idea of spending money to avert disaster and serve your full fourteen days in detention."
"A dedicated prison van will come later to escort you there directly."
"Look on the bright side, brother. It's only fourteen days. Treat it as free food and lodging and a little vacation for yourself. It won't affect the rest of your life anyway."
After rattling off the final decision in one breath,
the young officer paid no attention to Wu Xiao's petrified, utterly devastated expression and simply turned around and left.
The bureau's anti-pornography operation was extremely demanding tonight. He had no time to stay and keep arguing with an exhibitionist.
The moment he stepped into the corridor outside the interrogation room,
the young officer frowned deeply, feeling equally baffled and incredulous.
When he had gone to the chief's office to report just now, the usually amiable superior had actually slammed the table, his attitude incomparably forceful!
In truth, everyone knew that streaking occupied a gray area when it came to convictions.
It could be made into a major matter or a minor one.
If the person had connections willing to pull strings, it could easily be classified as a mental disorder,