"Mayor Ye, I want to report something, please let me go, I want to report..." Seeing six military trucks with bright headlights coming over, one of Liu Er's underlings shouted as he ran to Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan glanced at him indifferently, "What have you been doing until now?" Being recognized wasn't surprising to him; his exposure rate on local TV was so high that not being recognized would be the real issue.
"Mayor Ye, if there were any other choice, who would choose this path? Be magnanimous and treat me like I'm just a fart and let me go. I've got elders and children at home; if something really happens to me, my family's finished..."
Ye Xuan interrupted him, "Enough, stop pretending to be pitiful. Are you going to say next that your mother is over eighty, your children are crying for food, and your wife is unemployed?"
"Mayor Ye, it's true!"
