"Impossible, Song Xiaodong lives in the Su Family Courtyard in the suburbs. What's he doing in a place like this?"
"But that Song Xiaodong is just like this one, also very capable of fighting."
"Why don't we request instructions from the chief?"
"Oh come on, just a namesake. Why are you looking for my uncle!" Brother Chen expressed dissatisfaction.
"Buddy, we can't afford to mess with big shots. If it really is that Song Xiaodong, even your uncle would have to play second fiddle. We're doing this for your own good!"
A few officers spoke and then left the observation room outside the interrogation room together to find the chief.
Before long, Chief Zhou arrived, in his forties, wearing a police uniform, with a receding hairline and a shiny forehead.
Chief Zhou first came to the observation room and watched for a while, Song Xiaodong was sitting in the interrogation room, looking outside, as if he was staring at Chief Zhou.
