"You fucking think you can toy with us?" The pale-faced police officer flew into a rage. He pulled out his baton and was about to bring it down on Jiang Siming's head.
Jiang Siming could not even be bothered to move. He sneered, "Do you know what the consequences are for touching me without authorization?"
The baton stopped in midair above Jiang Siming's head.
The pale-faced officer had evidently calmed down a little as well. He knew Jiang Siming was right.
Even if Jiang Siming was not America's richest man, his status was still extraordinary. Someone like him wielded enormous influence.
If they injured him today, the officer would definitely be in serious trouble.
"Very well. Thanks for reminding me. But did you think this matter would end here? You insulted American police, refused to cooperate with the investigation, and even attempted to assault an officer. I'm taking you back to the Police Station for questioning. Will you put on the handcuffs yourself, or do you want us to pin you to the ground and force them on?"
The pale-faced officer raised the handcuffs in his hand, finally having his moment to gloat.
This time, Jiang Siming cooperated quite readily and held out his hands.
If not for the new-colored fragment, how could he possibly have wanted to put on the handcuffs he had never worn in his life?
He was planning something very interesting—something that would make the American police infamous.
The pale-faced officer thought Jiang Siming had given in. He laughed twice before roughly cuffing him.
More than a dozen police officers rudely shoved Jiang Siming out of the house and into a police car before driving away.
They thought no one knew about any of this. After all, they had checked and found no cameras in the