Bang!
The phone call ended abruptly, and Zhang's heart sank along with it.
He stared blankly at his phone, then suddenly burst out yelling, "What the hell is wrong with this lunatic? I swear I'm f***ing done!"
He was starting to understand the feelings of those who had dealt with Tang Fangjing in the past.
You really just couldn't help but curse.
Because Tang Fangjing's brain seemed completely devoid of the concept of "compromise." With the law in hand, he spoke like he was staking his very life on it.
And the worst part? You couldn't do anything about it!
As for trying other methods—like the old trick of coordinating cross-provincial jurisdiction? Not a chance with Tang Fangjing.
A guy who'd willingly walk through fire without flinching might actually look forward to being dragged into a cross-provincial case.
Besides, he wasn't some fool. If you claimed to cross provinces to arrest an average doctor—sure, fine, go ahead.
But arrest Tang Fangjing? That's a joke.
