Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at the destination.
The man named An Hui had dozed off in a daze.
"Get out!" Qin Jian opened the car door from the other side.
A gust of cold wind blew in, and An Hui shivered, opening his eyes.
Qin Jian, annoyed by his dawdling, yanked him out of the car: "Let's go! This place is very safe!"
An Hui rubbed his eyes and stretched lazily. When he saw the big letters on the sign of the building in front of him, his legs went weak: "Nancheng City Public Security Bureau! Why did you bring me here?"
Without a word, Qin Jian grabbed his collar and dragged him inside, shouting to the outside: "Officer! I caught someone fighting on the street and gambling! You can interrogate him."
"Hey! Hey..." An Hui yelled a few times, but was caught and taken away by the police on duty.
Qin Jian returned to the car with a smirk.
"What a disgrace to the An Family!" An Hao snorted coldly.
"Do you know him?" Qin Jian started the car.
