Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Han Xiayang Enters the Police Station
The other person’s arm was holding him tightly, making it impossible for him to break free.
"What exactly do you want?" Han Xiayang’s expression grew colder by the minute.
"Hey handsome, weren’t you asking to borrow a phone? Here, take it." The other person seemed completely unfazed by his cold demeanor, continuing with a sycophantic look, while one hand tightly grabbed the man’s arm in front of her, and the other offered her phone within Han Xiayang’s reach.
"I don’t need a phone now." He’d rather sleep on the streets at the airport tonight than use this ugly woman’s phone.
"Why?" The woman instantly put on a pitiful face.
However, in Han Xiayang’s eyes, there wasn’t an ounce of pity; instead, he found her face increasingly hideous. Without thinking, he suddenly exerted force, causing the woman to fall to the ground, where she sat and began to wail loudly, which attracted the parking lot security. Two guards approached, armed with batons, shouting, "What are you doing? No matter how wrong your girlfriend is, as a man, you shouldn’t hit her."
After hearing this uproar, Han Xiayang was dumbfounded. Girlfriend? Would he have such a hideous vision? Looking at a woman with such abstract features, what kind of judgment do these people have?
Before Han Xiayang could voice his grievances, two security guards had come forward and grabbed his arms from either side: "Let’s go to the security office."
The speaking guard then instructed the other guard: "Xiao Lin, call the police station."
Upon hearing they were sending him to the police station, the black lines on Han Xiayang’s forehead increased: "Gentlemen, could you please clarify the situation?" He merely used a bit too much force, hardly having laid a hand on that woman; he, Han Xiayang, despised the idea of hitting a woman.
One of the guards scoffed disdainfully at him: "We saw it with our own eyes; could there be a mistake? You did use force."
"I..."
"Alright, alright, don’t say anything, save it for when you’re with the police."
For the first time, Han Xiayang understood the deep meaning behind the saying.
’Right can’t be explained.’
Now he truly experienced that feeling, forget it, why bother arguing with these insignificant people, after he gets to the police station, he would call someone to get himself out.
On the way to the police station, Han Xiayang remained silent and unresponsive, no matter what questions those around him asked, he ignored them completely, occasionally glancing coldly and intimidating those around him.
Inside the police station, Han Xiayang sat confidently on the chair, and before the police opposite him could speak, he bluntly said, "Give me a phone, whatever’s going on, wait until my lawyer arrives."
He would definitely make those two guards and that ugly woman regret their actions today, but the most detestable was still the ugly woman, who started crying incessantly since the police arrived, causing the police and those around him to give him increasingly strange looks; had Han Xiayang ever been so embarrassed before?
The atmosphere Han Xiayang exuded had intimidated regular police officers, but today the officer opposite him was one who wasn’t afraid of death. Han Xiayang’s cold gaze was met equally by the man’s unwavering look, even curving his lips slightly with a sinister edge: "Don’t want to talk, do you? Still want a lawyer, do you? Fine, then don’t discuss it today, someone, take this person to the detention room, and don’t let him contact anyone for 24 hours."
"Yes, Deputy Chief."