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That evening, in front of the Rust Wall District Police Station in New Moon City.
Two sheriffs were pushing Dongdong out. She was still as filthy as ever, with her left arm missing, leaving only an empty sleeve.
The sheriff unlocked Dongdong's ankle cuffs and shoved her out: "Get going, be careful in the future. You're still young, why commit crimes?"
Dongdong extended her hand in dissatisfaction: "Where's my arm? Give it back."
The sheriff said coldly: "Confiscated."
Dongdong exploded in anger: "What the hell! That's my arm! What do you mean by confiscated?!"
The sheriff sneered: "Your arm is a prosthetic. According to regulations, it's considered a crime tool, so it must be confiscated."
