Superintendent Song angrily slammed his fist on the table in the dark room, “Are you all rebelling? Eh? Do you all even care that I am your Superintendent?” Then, he pointed towards Zhang Ye who was seated on the floor, “Do you know who this is? Do you? This is one of the famous writers in Beijing! A writer! And a historian! Such a prestigious teacher! How could you all beat him? And even put cuffs on him? How do you all handle things around here? Eh? Are you not trying to drive me to the grave!”
Old Zhao, “…….”
The policewoman, “……….”
The policemen were all unsure of what was going on!