This gaze pierced through the haze of fear like a flash of lightning. Zhang Shuli recalled an old photograph of his father in a police uniform arresting drug traffickers, and his mother slipping half a bag of hometown walnuts into his suitcase when he failed his graduate school entrance exams.
"Little bastard, you still dare to fight back!" The man wearing the Iron Eagle Badge pressed the muzzle of his gun against Zhang Shuli's temple, the scent of cheap cigarettes mingling with the smell of blood.
Zhang Shuli suddenly lunged forward, slamming into the man's stomach. The sharp pain of the back of his head hitting the corner of the table made stars explode before his eyes.
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