Before long, the police car carrying Xia Ping wound through the city streets, then quickly left the city and arrived at an abandoned warehouse in the desolate outskirts.
"This doesn't look like a police station. Where exactly have you brought me?"
Xia Ping stepped out of the police car and looked around. This was not a police station at all, but an outlying warehouse with no one in sight, more than a hundred kilometers from Bake City.
Yet he showed no fear whatsoever, merely gazing calmly at the police captain who had brought him here.
"Of course this isn't a police station. We didn't bring you here over any smuggling case either. You should know that perfectly well." The police captain looked at Xia Ping with a cold expression. "But you clearly knew it along the way, yet you didn't run. Should I say you're fully prepared, or that you have no brains?"
Xia Ping's calm expression greatly puzzled him. If an ordinary person encountered something like this, they would have been scared out of their wits, crying and screaming as they tried to flee halfway through.
But Xia Ping was different—far too composed, far too calm. It even seemed as if everything he had done had been anticipated by the other party, and had gone exactly as Xia Ping wished.
This left the police captain deeply uneasy, wondering whether he had become entangled in a clash between two terrifying powers.
But there was no backing out now. He did not dare defy Qian Shan's orders. He could only hope that when two elephants fought, they would not crush him beneath their feet.
Xia Ping had no intention of answering him. He looked at the police captain. "Where's Qian Shan? Where is that bitch Qian Shan? He didn't send you