I want Zhao Yu

"Cough, cough ... Cough, cough ..." The fake policewoman's face was red from the strangulation. She gasped for breath a few times with difficulty before she coughed and caught her breath.

"You know Zhao Yu?" "Tell me, Who are you?" Ding Lan asked in Arabic after making sure that no one was around.

"Cough cough ... Cough cough ..." The fake policewoman coughed violently a few more times, then gestured to the headphones on her ears.

After she took off her headphones, she reached into the inner pocket of her shirt, wanting to take something out.

Zhao Yu knew that the woman didn't have any lethal weapons on her, so he wasn't worried that she would take the opportunity to resist. But Ding Lan wasn't sure. She immediately pointed her gun at the man and warned him to slow down.

Ding Lan was only relieved when she saw that the fake police officer had taken out a phone.