Qin Hao said with a smile, "How could that be possible, Jiangshan Roasted Duck is made using a secret recipe that blends eighty-one types of herbs."
Liu Bo, who was driving, heard this and curled his lips dismissively, thinking that only a fool would believe in those eighty-one herbs.
The police car soon arrived at the city police station.
Liu Bo and Feng Xue reported upstairs briefly, then took him into an interrogation room.
They asked him to wait a moment and then left.
Qin Hao frowned slightly, having a bad feeling about this. Logically, if it was just to assist with an investigation, they shouldn't have taken him to an interrogation room.
An interrogation room is a place for questioning suspects or prisoners.
About fifteen minutes later, a middle-aged man with a square face walked in. His expression was blank as he took the principal seat.
Feng Xue and Liu Bo sat beside him, their faces equally serious, pens in hand ready to take notes.