Back in the holding room, Chu Heng returned to his cell.
The man next door had been separated from them by an iron door. He had seen Chief Chen and the others come in person and take Chu Heng out, but he could not hear what they said outside. He had been deeply uneasy. Yet when Chu Heng walked back in on his own a short while later, the man froze, then looked smug again.
So what if the brat had a few connections? If he were anyone important, why would they lock him up again?
At that thought, the arrogance the man had briefly reined in came surging back.
"Hey!"
He grabbed the iron door and shouted at Chief Chen outside.
"How long are you going to keep me locked up?"
Chief Chen stopped. The man failed to notice the dark look on his face and kept shouting.
"Do you know who's behind me? Open the door! If you hold up important business, can you take responsibility?"
The Patrol Guards who knew the truth flinched. Sitting on his bed, Chu Heng wore an odd expression too.
And here I thought he might have learned a little from this. Clearly, I gave him too much credit.
Chief Chen gave the man a long look but did not confront him there.
Of course he knew who stood behind the man: a level eighty-three Soul Douluo who held an important post in Spirit City, though he was not a member of Spirit Hall. Either way, a mere chief like him could not afford to offend a Soul Douluo.
The problem was that the other party involved was the Fifth Worshipper's disciple.
The two sides were on entirely different levels, yet he was caught between them and could not afford to offend either