Zhuo Yating was slightly stunned.
Because she hadn't expected that after showing her formidable strength, the man in the white shirt could remain so calm and even manage to laugh.
Could it be that this man in the white shirt had something to rely on?
Thinking of this, Zhuo Yating's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly as she stared at the man in the white shirt and said coldly, "Have you still chosen to resist?"
"What else? Beautiful police officer, if you think you can make me surrender, you're not qualified yet!"
The man in the white shirt said with a sneer, his eyes full of disdain.
"What do you mean?"
Zhuo Yating frowned, puzzled.
"Hehe!"
The man in the white shirt gave a cold laugh, then turned his head and shouted into the house, "Come on out, and let the beautiful police officer get to know all of you!"
As soon as the man in the white shirt finished speaking, more than ten burly men walked out of the house with big strides.
