About fifteen minutes later, a few motorcycles pulled up in front of the noodle shop.
"Who has the guts to publicly spread superstition like this?" As the motorcycles came to a stop, several people dressed in uniform but exuding hooligan vibes surged into the noodle shop.
"It's him, spreading superstition right here. Arrest him now!" Su Xiangquan pointed at Wang Dadong, who was playing with a stray dog, and barked the order.
Wang Dadong, however, acted as if he hadn't heard anything, continuing to feed the stray dog little pieces of beef from his noodles.
Seeing Wang Dadong's obliviousness to his impending doom, Su Xiangquan sneered inwardly. Soon, he'd take this guy to the police station, have his friends handcuff him, and torment him thoroughly. Otherwise, it wouldn't quell the hatred in his heart.
Two policemen immediately pulled out handcuffs, moving to apprehend Wang Dadong.
At that moment, the young female officer turned around dramatically.
"Stop right there!"
