Seeing that neither his dad nor his eldest brother stopped him, Shen Xingshuo let himself go even further. He strode into the next room in two steps and swung his fist straight at Han Qiao's crazed face.
The boy burned with rage, completely forgetting his years of training. Two punches left Han Qiao with a bloody nose.
The auxiliary officer had naturally heard the woman's outrageous remarks, so he made only a token effort to restrain Shen Xingshuo, who was about to throw another punch. "Calm down. Fighting is prohibited in the police station!" he said perfunctorily.
Fighting?
Han Qiao sat in a heap on the floor, her left hand covering her freely bleeding nose while her right clawed wildly at the auxiliary officer beside her.
She had not even hit anyone. How did that count as a fight?
Although Han Rong thought there was something wrong with what his sister had said, seeing Shen Xingshuo strike a woman with such an expressionless, even cruel look made him forget his own predicament. He struggled to go over and stop him.
But the handcuffs held him back, and he fell awkwardly back into place, looking at Han Qiao with despair and anguish.
"Brother! Han Rong!" Seeing Shen Xingshuo approach with an overwhelming air of menace, Han Qiao, enveloped in his shadow, blurted out excuses without thinking. "My brother said it! It had nothing to do with me."
"Tch." Shen Xingshuo kicked Han Qiao's shin in disgust, filled with loathing for someone so heartless and ungrateful.
This was the first time in his life he had ever hit a woman. Had he not been at the police station, with his father and eldest brother watching nearby, the violent streak in Shen Xingshuo's blood would have awakened too.
In contrast to Shen Xingshuo's