Now, over a hundred police officers had scoured the entire building but failed to find the bomb. Kong Shenghui was beginning to feel doubtful—was there really a bomb here?
Gao Zhitao was the grandson of his old superior. Kong knew the boy's character—usually lazy and irreverent, often pulling pranks. Could this just be another of his jokes?
"Tell me, what exactly is going on? How do you know there's still a bomb inside?" Kong Shenghui asked sternly.
"Why should I tell you?" Xiang Yu replied calmly, his head held high.
His words immediately inflamed the surrounding police officers. They rolled up their sleeves, itching to teach Xiang Yu a lesson.
To them, Kong Shenghui was an untouchable figure, someone far out of their reach. Seeing this young fool act so brazenly made their blood boil.
"Kid, you'd better behave yourself, or you'll regret it," one of them shouted.
"Exactly! Do you even know who he is?"
