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Guard Bureau.
Interrogation Room.
"Name."
A policeman, holding a black pen, making a record, asked.
"Tang Xuan."
Ye Xuan said indifferently.
"Gender."
"Male."
"Place of origin."
"Han."
"Home address."
"Tan City, or City J."
Ye Xuan showed a helpless expression.
Every time he enters the station, it's always these questions, and they never change.
"Ha, no wonder you even dared to hit our chief's son. Turns out, you're just a hillbilly from out of town."
The policeman slapped the black pen down on the table with a smack, showing a face full of anger, and harshly reprimanded.
"Heh."
Ye Xuan let out a cold laugh, his sharp eyes suddenly becoming extremely chilling, staring coldly at the policeman, he said, "Can I have a cigarette?"
"Screw your cigarette. Just wait and rot in jail, let it all sink in until you die!"
The policeman gave Ye Xuan a disdainful glance, speaking coldly.
"Oh."
