Reeling from the alcohol, speaking nonsensically was nothing unusual.
But to have taken a spill like this, it truly was their first time witnessing such a scene.
"Master—"
Seeing that the police didn't believe him, he clung tightly to the officer's arm.
"I need to see the master!"
The man, in his forties and sobbing with snot and tears, was really not a pretty sight.
It was both pitiful and laughable.
Some officers went to check the surveillance cameras outside the public security compound.
The officer whose arm was being clung to was also caught between laughter and tears.
They took him for a drunk who had injured himself while unconscious.
A bit disdainful, yet they couldn't help but want to laugh.
"What master? This is the police station, fellow, where is your home? The doctor hasn't arrived yet, rest inside for a bit, sober up, and we'll talk about the rest later."
Old Man Zhang was unwilling to let go.