Jiang Huaixiao turned around, his eyes unfathomable, his heavy gaze bearing down, sinister, sharp, and utterly cold.
"What methods?"
A chill instantly shot up Lao Zhou's spine. The words caught in his throat, and his tongue froze for a full three seconds before he found his voice.
"We just... handcuffed him to a chair. It was less than half an hour," Lao Zhou said, sounding increasingly guilty.
"He kept struggling, and we didn't dare fasten them too tight, but children have delicate skin, so they might have left a little redness. Later, he wore himself out and fell asleep, and we hurried to take them off. It really was only for a little while."
"Handcuffs?" Jiang Huaixiao's expression was cold and hard. "You used force against a minor with no criminal record and no arrest warrant?"
The corner of Lao Zhou's mouth twitched uncontrollably. In that instant, he wished he could cuff himself in exchange for leniency.
But Jiang Huaixiao gave him no chance for leniency. His phone was already at his ear.
"Secretary Chen, obtain all of tonight's law enforcement recordings from the Shiban Town police station and contact the Yunling County Public Security Bureau. Tell the legal department to prepare the complaint documents. I want to see a formal letter before dawn."
Lao Zhou's face went white. "P-President Jiang-"
Jiang Huaixiao had already hung up and started toward the end of the corridor.
The guardroom was the innermost room. Its door stood ajar, letting out a sliver of dim yellow light. He pushed it open and stopped in the doorway.
The room was small, with a camp bed against the wall.
Jiang Xun lay curled on his side on the bed, his face buried in the pillow. A padded police overcoat covered him, its furry collar brushing his