Police station, inside the office.
Lin Zhao sat there in pain, while several police officers stood beside him, wearing smirks as they looked at Lin Zhao.
"What's wrong, Lin Zhao?"
"Yeah, I heard that someone dislocated your arm. Who was so bold to be so disrespectful to you?"
Every time Lin Zhao visited, to see him in such pain was a rare sight, so naturally they were curious about what had happened.
Lin Zhao waved his hand, "What can I say, I just ran into some fool."
"Lin Zhao, your arm seems to be hurting pretty badly. Why don't you go to the hospital first to get it checked out?"
Lin Zhao shook his head hastily, he huffed and said, "This is evidence of that person bullying me! I can't just destroy it like that! You guys pass judgment on him first! Make him pay me compensation!"
Lin Zhao felt he had bad luck, encountering such a person as soon as he stepped out. He had been domineering in this old district for years, yet no one had dared to be so impolite to him.
