On a main road in Yanjing City, a long procession of vehicles was moving forward, with Ren Feng quietly sitting in the center vehicle.
This was the vehicle holding high-risk prisoners, with a spacious rear compartment. Opposite Ren Feng, there were three officers wielding weapons, pointing their guns at him, closely watching his every move.
The middle-aged officer who had been sitting opposite him earlier was also there, looking at Ren Feng with caution in his eyes.
The interior of the compartment was silent; no one spoke a word. Ren Feng's hands were cuffed, his feet chained to the floor, treated in the most secure manner possible.
The middle-aged officer exhaled in relief; fortunately, the task could be completed.
"This is not the road to the police station."
Suddenly, Ren Feng spoke, opening his eyes, calmly looking at the middle-aged officer.
"What?"
The middle-aged officer froze for a moment, seemingly not fully understanding.
