Night fell and a convoy stopped at the gates of the detention centre.

Zhao Tiezhu was escorted to the office by two prison guards. Xu Zhe, the director of the detention center, put his legs on the table and Diaolang leaned on the chair. Xu Zhe is no one else but Pound Quan's old cousin.

"Are you Zhao Tiezhu?" Xu Zhe glanced at Zhao Tiezhu with a cigarette in his mouth. If it weren't for his police uniform, no one would believe his prison guard. If he's in custody, it's probably easy to believe.

"Yes, I'm Zhao Tiezhu." Zhao Tiezhu responded casually.

"Ouch, it's quite horizontal!" Xu Zhe jumped up...