Wang Zhan wore a troubled expression.
"Officer, I swear I'm just a tourist! I haven't done anything wrong!"
"Nonsense! If you didn't do anything, why did you run so fast? Do you take us for fools?"
BANG!
Something resembling a judge's gavel was slammed fiercely onto the interrogation table by an officer from the Internal Affairs Department.
Wang Zhan flinched, a hint of fear on his face.
The ordinary-looking middle-aged man sitting opposite Wang Zhan questioned him in a deep, intimidating voice, his face stern and imposing.
"Speak! What did you do?"
"I... I... I..." Wang Zhan's hands trembled; he genuinely seemed frightened by the middle-aged man. Yet, he didn't elaborate, merely looking timid and shrinking back.
