The four of them knew very well that turning themselves in would at least let them live in peace for a while, but if they didn't agree, they would become a pool of corpse water right now.
Yang Cheng glanced at Feng Jiuge; she nodded, took out her phone, and dialed the police.
In less than ten minutes, the sound of sirens came from afar, stopping at the entrance of the small motel.
Leading the charge was a man in his forties, a burly, resolute-faced middle-aged police officer with sharp eyes, clearly an experienced veteran.
His name was Zhang Zhenggang, the captain of the Qingcheng City Police Department, and upon entering the motel, he headed straight upstairs.
"Who called the police?"
Zhang Zhenggang walked into the room, seeing four men tied up like dumplings kneeling on the floor. He looked at Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge, with a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
"I did."
Feng Jiuge stood up and briefly explained the situation.
