"What, what do you want?"
Xing Zhaolin swallowed heavily, his face turning pale out of fear, looking as humble as a frozen stray dog at the moment.
"Smack!"
A loud slap echoed, and Xing Zhaolin was immediately struck until he saw stars, half of his face swelling up.
"Don't, don't hit me!"
"Zhao Tienan, I'm warning you, hitting people is illegal. Believe it or not, I can call the police and have you arrested right now?"
Xing Zhaolin was in so much pain that tears and snot flowed, completely lacking his previous arrogance.
"Call the police?"
"Sure, I'll give you the chance, I can even help you make the call."
"But you'd better think clearly about how you'll explain the embezzlement of poverty alleviation funds when the police arrive."
Zhao Tienan curled his lips and spoke leisurely, then sent over the photos taken by Technician No. 9 to Xing Zhaolin.
"Wh-what's going on?"
"Impossible, Zhao Tienan, how did you get these photos?"
