"Arrest.....me?"
Chen Qiusheng's expression returned to calmness, without a trace of ripple, his eyes deep, like a serene spring.
Zhang Fusheng grabbed Jin Qiuyue's neck and lifted her up, speaking calmly:
"Master Uncle, theoretically, as the second commander of the Chongyang Military Department, we don't have the authority to arrest you."
"However, according to the Anti-Evil Cult Act, the Director of the Public Security Bureau or the head of an Investigation Branch has the authority to enforce special regulations, and with mutual consent, we can even arrest the Governor."
He spoke slowly, nearly pausing between each word, his sonorous voice echoing through the street,
Hong Tianbao's eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment—how did his disciple become the Director General?
How long had he been in Chongyang City??
"Cough cough."
Chen Daoling said with a smile:
"What my nephew said isn't wrong. So, Master Brother, are you planning to... resist arrest?"
