How vicious!
The words of the black police officer were even more vicious than torture!
Cheston En's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth nearly ground to dust. He was itching to leap at the man, bite through his throat, and eat him alive!
He swore that if he made it out of this police station alive, he would take his own pistol, shove it into that black bastard's mouth, and blow his brains out!
The black officer had seen that kind of look many times before.
He picked up the large bucket of lubricant beside him, chuckled, and said,
"Buddy, we don't mean any harm. We just want to invite your partner over for a cup of coffee, slip you some cash, and then send you both safely on your way.
You don't need to endure this whole bucket of 'maintenance' for a measly few thousand a month. I'm going to step out for a smoke. When I get back, I hope Detective Cheston En here has made up his mind."
