บท 1192: We Have Many Doors Back Home

Phelps had thought it through. As long as his brother, Fields, arrived, he would immediately get the police to arrest Fangzheng and his disciple. He refused to believe that Fangzheng's disciple would dare to publicly attack the police. If he did, they would face gunfire and all kinds of ordnance. He didn't believe that a single person would dare resist a country's might.

As for why Fangzheng would be arrested? He was supposed to be in prison in the first place!

At that moment, Phelps received a call from Fields. Fields said bitterly, "Brother, are you seeing things? I'm at the police station, and Fangzheng is still perfectly in custody."

"Impossible! Then who's the one in front of me?" Phelps looked intently at Fangzheng.

Fangzheng smiled and didn't say a word.

Phelps felt his back turn wet with cold sweat. He gulped a mouthful of saliva and asked, "Are you… sure?"