"Constable Yang, are you alright?" Zhou Shu asked with concern.
Although Yang Hong had ordered his men to torture him before, Zhou Shu didn't actually hate him that much.
In essence, Yang Hong didn't have any selfish motive. It was just for the sake of handling the case.
To a certain extent, Zhou Shu still had to thank him. For such a fair and impartial constable, people shouldn't doubt the outcome of his investigation.
As long as Yang Hong concluded that he wasn't the murderer, who else could say anything?
"I'm fine!" Yang Hong shouted and jumped up from the floor.
Before he could continue speaking, Eunuch Zhao said, "Oh right. Why is Superintendent Zhou in the Divine Constable Bureau? Did something happen?"
Plop!
Hearing this, Yang Hong, who had just jumped up, sat down on the floor again.
This time, before anyone could ask, he hurriedly got up.