"You, as police officers, is it right to lay hands on me like this?" Song Xiaodong snorted coldly.
The guy holding the baton sneered and said, "Whether it's right or not, you don't get to decide. Kid, when you're here, whether you're a dragon or a tiger, you must behave. Try to be tough with us, and you're courting death!"
"Kill him, damn it, my hand hurts like hell," the policeman sitting next to Song Xiaodong cried out in pain.
Song Xiaodong looked icily at the guy with the baton. If the other tried to make a move against him, he didn't mind letting him pay a heftier price.
The guy with the baton was unnerved by Song Xiaodong's icy gaze, feeling as though something was off, like swinging the baton might put him in danger.
"Damn, how dare you glare at me?"
To this policeman, it was an indignity; usually, he only made others afraid, but now he was showing fear, which was utterly disgraceful. So, after shouting, he swung the baton at Song Xiaodong.
