Fang Zhixing and his companions remained motionless.
The sturdy man furrowed his brows and said, "Officer Duan, they haven't done anything wrong; there's no need for arrest. Less trouble is better than more—just expel them directly."
Duan Junfeng glared and said, "Wang Hu, is it you who calls the shots here or is it me? Do I need you to teach me how to handle things?"
The sturdy man's expression darkened as he retorted angrily, "Last month, you also arrested two drifters. Where are they now? Don't think everyone is blind. You sold them as slaves, didn't you?"
Duan Junfeng's face changed instantly, and he snapped furiously, "Wang Hu, do you know what the crime is for slandering an officer? Do I need to explain that to you?"
The sturdy man snorted coldly and said, "They were invited by me. You are arresting people right in front of me; aren't you taking me too lightly!"
As soon as these words were spoken!
About a dozen young men around stood up together, their muscles bulging.
