Zhao Bin turned his head and saw Wang Ling, a bright-looking policewoman. He did not expect to see the policewoman in this place.

"Don't you have to work?" Zhao Bin asked with a smile.

"I told you not to move!" Wang Ling frowned and stared at Zhao Bin fiercely. His hands touched the handcuffs behind his waist.

"Okay, I won't move!" Zhao Bin said in coordination, looking at Li Qiang, who had nosebleeds in front of him. "The police told you not to move. What are you doing with your nose?"

"I... I'm fucking killing you!"

Li Qiang saw Zhao Bin holding up his hands and a mean expression on...