Zhou Fuya didn't say a word and grabbed her phone, dialing the police station directly to report the incident.
Zhao Shiping, however, remained indifferent, acting as if victory was within his grasp. He sat on the table, still swaggering while eating a bun. In fact, he sent a text message secretly, which went unnoticed by most. His expression made everyone grind their teeth in frustration.
It took only a few minutes before police officers arrived in a patrol car. Zhou Fuya had called the Celestial Mansion Avenue Yulin Street Branch. It was only about a kilometer away, so the efficiency was quite high.
Three people got out of the police car, one of them around 30 years old, with a square face, slightly yellowish complexion, some dark spots, and a tall stature, which made him seem unfriendly. He walked ahead, obviously leading the group. Following him were two policemen about 25 years old, clad in uniforms, exuding righteousness.
