"Requisition?"
After Fu Qian finished speaking, the trio of police officers exchanged glances, their faces filled with the unwillingness of facing aggression.
Regrettably, their resolve didn't last more than ten seconds; one of them, under a gesture, still obediently handed over the keys.
Obviously, the leader among them was aware enough to understand that they had become involved in some sort of undesirable dispute, and in such cases, following the rules was the safest course of action.
"Can you drive?"
Fu Qian didn't make things difficult for them, simply tossing the keys to Wen Li.
"...Yes."
Wen Li caught them reflexively, a dazed look on her face.
Clearly, it wasn't often that Miss Wen served as a driver.
"Then let's go."
Fu Qian didn't elaborate further and took the lead out the door.
...
As Wen Li took the driver's seat, the three police officers stood neatly on the roadside, looking over at her with a sense of loss.
"Where to?"