The middle-aged man was not intimidated, instead staring fiercely at the man in a helmet and mask, whose face couldn't be seen, and threatened, "You dare attack a police officer!"
He was a police officer, so was the other one.
Song Guanchao was not surprised by their identity; he had guessed it long ago.
"Bang!"
Song Guanchao punched him in the stomach, causing the middle-aged man's insides to churn, making him retch repeatedly from the force of the blow.
"Boss, no need to question, just go for it!" Li Zhijun cooperated from the side.
"Makes sense."
Song Guanchao nodded, stood up, and said, "Break his arms and legs."
"Got it!"
Li Zhijun pulled over a chair and put his legs on it, but the man was uncooperative and took them down as soon as they were placed.
"Boss, can you help hold him still? He's moving around too much."
"Alright."
Song Guanchao pressed his legs onto the chair, "Go ahead."
