How did I, Zhang Ye, deserve this?

Before noon.

In the dark room in the police station.

Creak. The door opened from the outside. Someone had finally brought food and water in.

Zhang Ye was surprised to see that it was the police station's Superintendent Yang Jie who brought in the tray. He crossed his legs and rubbed his belly, complaining, "Superintendent Yang, it's fine if it was 6 or 7 o' clock. I didn't even get breakfast. Maybe you don't have that prepared, but could you at least give me some water to drink? Listen, my throat is already hoarse. I shouted all day, and yet no one came. Why is there not a single person?"