He was swarmed by the reporters who have been waiting for him since last night. If he was not captured by the police with his sunglasses, Zhang Qin Feng would have been blinded by the camera flashes when he stepped outside the station.
"Mr. Zhang! What comment do you have about the murder of four? What is your motivation behind this cruelty?" one of the few reporters came straight at Zhang Qin Feng with the microphone just an inch or two away from his lips.
He looked very aggressive in pressuring for an answer.
"Heh... Why would the police release me if I am the murderer? Have it not come across your mind that I might be unfairly accused of this?" Zhang Qin Feng replied to that reporter's question after he laughed at him.
"Mr. Zhang! Then how would you explain the purpose of your visit to the District Office and the hotel room where the representative was brutally murdered?" another reporter continued.
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