บท 85: Chapter 85: Taste the Flavor of Being Bullied

"Alright, I'm on my way."

The voice on the other end of the phone said faintly before hanging up.

As the head of a local police station, to put it colloquially, he was the emperor of his turf.

Dealing with two powerless, kebab-selling peasants was a piece of cake, wasn't it?

Soon, the head of the local station took two of his trusted aides, got into a police car, and sped towards the night market.

"Out for a call this late? Truly dedicated to the people!"

Onlookers couldn't help but sigh with admiration at the sight.

By this time, Lu Ning had also arrived in front of the beanpole man, glanced at the rat on the tray, and said faintly, "This is your own doing, right?"

"Huh, interesting. I find a rat at your BBQ stand, and not only do you deny it, you accuse me? Do you know who I am?"

The beanpole man rolled up his sleeves, his face full of provocation as he shouted.