Xia Keli's head immediately began to throb. There were not many people at the police station at night to begin with, and Chamonix was only a small town. The entire station only had a handful of officers, yet somehow it had become packed to capacity.
The moment he stepped outside, he felt like shit. He had only wanted to give Qin Fen a hard time—who knew it would cause so much trouble? The instant he emerged, reporters crowded around him, their cameras immediately trained on him.
"Why has Mr. Qin Fen been brought to the police station?" It was an awkward question.
Xia Keli really could not say that a bunch of little bastards had been robbing tourists all day, especially Eastern tourists. Who would ever come here after that? He regretted doing something so stupid, but his pride told him that he had done nothing wrong. This was France. Outsiders should behave like outsiders and submit to their management. Besides, he genuinely had no favorable impression of the East.
"He merely returned to assist us with our investigation!" Xia Keli was an old hand at officialdom. Do not think only the East knew how to speak in bureaucratic platitudes—he was well versed in dealing with this sort of thing too.
"Then may we ask what exactly happened?" The reporters grew curious.
Xia Keli maintained his smile. "I'm afraid you journalist friends will be disappointed. Before we have clarified everything, we must be responsible to the public. Sorry, all I can say is that you should wait patiently."
"Then can we interview Mr. Qin Fen?"
"Sorry, not at the moment!" Xia Keli began to deflect. Though he was already starting to regret it, there was no turning back once the arrow had left the bow. Since he had stepped in