One hour later.
Inside the detention room at the police station, Han Xiayang looked rather displeased, silently cursing countless times. Could these people be any more vulgar?
These bastards actually formed a group to visit him at the police station. What did they take him for, some zoo animal? Did they pay the visitation fee then? Thinking of this, this young master even shouted his thoughts out loud, "What are you all looking at? Even animals at the zoo need a ticket. Have you bought your tickets?"
The group fell silent at his shout, and then, with Han Xiayang's twisted expression, each of them pulled out cash and started throwing it into the detention room.
The next moment, a furious roar echoed inside the detention room, "All you bastards and fair-weather friends, get the hell out." Amidst Han Xiayang's angry roar, there was also a hint of a joyful laugh.
