Chu Hao fumed; this guy really thought he was somebody.
He said coldly, "Go on, try and arrest me."
The people from the Seventh District were in an awkward position, unsure whether to act or not.
Zhang Zheming didn't care who Chu Hao was. In his eyes, anyone who came to the Seventh District, even a dragon, had to submit.
He roared at Chu Hao, "Are you refusing to do your job? Now... right now... immediately, get lost! We'll discuss your merits later."
Chu Hao was baffled by the shouting. Who the hell is this kid? He retorted furiously, "Since when did I become one of your people? And who the hell are you to yell at me? Believe it or not, I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you."
Zhang Zheming said icily, "Say that again."
Chu Hao grew even angrier. "Are you asking for it? Do you really want this young master to curse you out?"
Zhang Zheming's expression turned sinister. "Insolence! Arrest him for me!"
