The bald fat guy froze when he saw the police badge, then jumped onto the bed and cursed at Lin Nan, "Fuck, you're a cop?"
Lin Nan grinned, "What else did you think?"
"Little brat, you think you can arrest me alone? Aren't you a bit too naive?"
The fat guy's mouth twitched. He pulled a walkie-talkie out of his pocket and yelled into it, "We've got a problem, everyone get in here!"
There was a flurry of footsteps in the hallway. Soon, more than a dozen burly men burst in, waving clubs.
"Motherfucker, who's causing trouble here!"
"Who the hell dares cross my boss?"
"Brother Long, who's messing with us?"
"..."
The thugs started hollering as soon as they came through the door.
Lin Nan's petite frame didn't even register as a threat to them.
The bald fat guy raised his hands, scratched his head, and sneered, "Miss Cop, now's the time to take those handcuffs off, right?"
"Are you actually trying to arrest me?"
