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When Joy entered the police station, Lucy had already been handcuffed to a steel chair in the hall for waiting about an hour.

Seeing Joy come in, Lucy tried to stand up with a surge of emotion: "You wretched woman, you won't die a good death! You harm me like this, I will make Chris divorce you!"

Joy glanced at her: "Auntie, doesn't it hurt?"

Lucy let out a scream. Her hands were handcuffed to the armrest of the chair, and in her excitement to stand up, her hands were yanked by the handcuffs, causing her to yell in pain.

Joy curled her lip: "Auntie, you know pain too, huh? That's good, if you don't behave, I'll make you feel more pain, you understand?"

"You wretched woman, you deliberately harmed me, I will show Chris your true face, you wicked witch!" Lucy, in pain, became even more irritable, swearing without regard for being in a police station.