Yang Hong's voice was stern. Coupled with the torture tools the others brought over, most people would have been scared to the point of confessing everything.
Zhou Shu wasn't an ordinary person. He didn't take Yang Hong's words seriously at all. Instead, he examined the torture tools excitedly.
"Constable Yang, will you believe me if I tell you?" Zhou Shu said.
"It's up to me whether I believe you or not!" Yang Hong said impatiently.
"That won't do. What if you don't believe me after I tell you? Wouldn't I be at a disadvantage? This matter concerns my reputation, so I must be certain." Zhou Shu shook his head.
Yang Hong exploded. He grabbed a torture device from the floor and said angrily, "Zhou Shu! This is the Divine Constable Bureau! You're a suspect now! What right do you have to be picky?