It was time to settle the MVP score.
And Zou Cong's pathetic display was far more laughable than when he'd been spooked by the police dog.
"Wait a minute."
Zou Cong pulled his hand back, dodging the officer who was about to cuff him. "Let me see the arrest warrant again," he said urgently. "I didn't get a clear look. This might be a fake."
"I have that right."
He hid his hands under his arms, shouting in a panic.
Hu Mingchuan stopped the subordinate who was about to use force and handed him the warrant. "It's fine," he said. "Take your time."
As Zou Cong took the two documents and looked at the signatures and the red official seals one by one, he broke out in a sweat, trembling so much he couldn't speak.
"No, why? I'm not guilty! Why are you arresting me?"
Zou Cong shrieked, took a step back, and pressed his body against the wall. "I don't care! You don't have any evidence! You can't just arrest people indiscriminately!"
