"To what extent can an adulterer control such matters? It's fairer and more just to take them to the station."
After Wang Xiaoyu finished speaking, Zhang Mazi's whole demeanor deflated, he clenched his teeth tightly, his face turned an iron blue, filled with hatred and loathing.
Zhang Mazi harbored genuine panic towards the police station's outpost, for within those walls lurked an individual he had wronged, the deputy director of the police bureau.
If it became known that Zhang Mazi had again committed a crime and ended up there, they would surely beat him half to death.
He recalled the affair he had with the deputy director's wife and how he was caught in the act of adultery. At the time, it had taken Zhang Mazi an immense effort to escape from within.
If he were to be taken in again, he feared he might not survive it.