Possessed

It was four in the afternoon at Guangyuan Tea House. Zhao Yu was sitting firmly on an old-fashioned armchair in the tea house and playing with a box of fine tea leaves. He pointed at the words on the box and read, "Anxi tieguanyin!" He raised his eyes and asked Ji Chunhua, who was holding a crutch and glaring at him, "Boss Ji, are these tea leaves expensive? I wanna get a box for my bureau chief!"

Other than the service staff selling tea leaves, there were three or four fierce-looking guards beside Ji Chunhua. Each of them had murderous eyes, and looked as though they could not wait to crush Zhao Yu immediately!

"Zhao!" Ji Chunhua banged his crutch fiercely and grit his teeth. "You’re really bold, I didn’t go to you, but you came to me instead? Don't think you're great just because you're a police officer! Let me tell you, I can kill you easily, like killing an ant! Just you wait!"