Was there really such a thing?
Almost instantly, Fu Qian realized it was a pair of handcuffs.
His body's instinctive reaction was to pull his hand back, but he forced himself to suppress the urge.
The main reason was that he had spotted the holster at the policewoman's waist.
Considering his current condition, the risk of resisting by force was undoubtedly a little too high.
Besides, from Fu Qian's perspective, something strange was happening in the office.
The people who had been slacking off and looking perfectly normal just moments ago had all stood up in unison. Every one of them was staring at him, eyes blazing.
Their faces all wore the same inhuman, vicious expression, as if they might transform at any moment.
And in this situation, getting into a struggle with the police would undoubtedly be a shocking thing to do.
The others probably wouldn't react well.
So, after some thought, Fu Qian gave up resisting and let the policewoman cuff him.
"Stay still!"
After securing Fu Qian's hands behind his back, the policewoman gave a low warning, then turned to face the office.
"Don't worry, I've got him under control. You're safe now."
"Thank goodness!"
A wave of relieved sighs swept through the office. They sounded as if they'd just seen off some kind of serial killer.
So his mission was to hold down the fort until the police arrived, and then the police came to arrest him?
What kind of O. Henry ending was this?
As he was cuffed for no apparent reason, Fu Qian recalled the trick for dislocating his thumb and silently lamented his fate.
And those weirdos were the ones scaring everyone here, yet somehow he was the one being treated like a dangerous criminal?
Was talking back to your boss really such