"Hands on your head, squat to the side." A tiger man wearing a black police uniform stepped down from the police car, holding a police baton in his left hand, and squinting at Tang Zheng.
He had a holster on his belt with a large-caliber revolver inserted into it, and his right hand rested on it, his index finger tapping rhythmically.
"Is it my bad luck? Or is someone setting me up?" Tang Zheng frowned, looked around, and although he had beaten someone, he was sure there was no blood on him, and he didn't look like a notorious criminal.
"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me?" the policeman roared, pulling out the baton and swinging it a few times, creating a whooshing sound.
"Beat him hard, base people like him deserve it!" Another policeman sitting in the passenger seat of the police car took a bite of a hamburger and was sipping a cola.
