Night deepened, and everything fell silent.
The police station in Yuan City was brightly lit. A row of people in security uniforms sat inside, all in handcuffs.
A man and a woman sat in the cold interrogation room.
The interrogator played the recording of their conversation at the airport. He also had the firsthand video evidence Ruan Cha had submitted.
The interrogator looked stern. "We have witnesses and physical evidence. Do you have anything left to say in your defense?"
Qiu Hao gave a contemptuous smile and turned his head away. "You have no authority to interrogate me. My lawyer will speak to you."
"Still acting tough when you're done for! Criminal cases involving foreign nationals fall under our jurisdiction too! This isn't somewhere you can do whatever you please!" The interrogator slammed the table.
Qiu Hao's expression remained unchanged as he sat calmly in his seat.
The Qiu Family wielded immense power in the Aoli region. For a minor case like this, all they needed to do was pull a few strings and get him back overseas.
He was ethnically Asian, but he held foreign citizenship. They couldn't do anything to him!
Qiu Hao lifted his chin, showing not the slightest awareness that he had done anything wrong.
"Hmph. Take him away and let him contact a lawyer. I'd like to see who dares take his case!" the interrogator said angrily into the intercom.
Qiu Hao was escorted into a cramped, damp holding cell, his handcuffs digging painfully into his wrists.
"Fuck, once I find a lawyer, I'll sue every last one of you!" Qiu Hao carefully rubbed his reddened wrists and looked around.
The furnishings were bare, with only a wall-mounted telephone against the stark white wall.
He surveyed the room in disgust, then reluctantly picked up the