"Don't hit people, just stand there, don't move."
Outside the door.
A Malaysian police officer was about to open the door.
"Huh?"
"Where's my key?"
He searched through every pocket.
But.
After searching for a while, he couldn't find it, smacked his forehead and said, "I remember now, it's in the drawer. Wait, I'll go get it." After speaking, he quickly turned and left, Vika breathed a sigh of relief, saved.
However.
The next moment.
"Stop!"
"Hands off."
"You."
"Ah!!!"
A scream.
Continues.
Vika's tears started flowing, sobbing, "You unruly bunch, not even listening to the guards, no wonder you're locked up here, serves you right, 'Help, someone, come save me.'"
He shouted.
Cried out.
Half a minute later.
"Step step!"
The sound of rubber shoes on the ground was heard, five people immediately stopped, sat back on the bed, and looked around as if they were not the ones who had been beating up earlier, leaving Vika gasping for breath, laying dazed on the ground.
