Courtyard of the police station.
The police car entered the back gate and stopped the car in the courtyard.
It was very messy and noisy. There were robbers who had just been arrested and were being prepared to transfer to another station, and people, who were arrested for drunken rioting the previous night, being released.
"Superintendent Song?" An old policeman looked over.
Superintendent Song said, "Old Zhao, is there any empty spare room?"
Old Zhao nodded, "There is. Eh, you arrested someone personally?"
Superintendent Song looked at Zhang Ye beside him, "This person is a bit special. He's a public figure, so I personally led the team."
