Lin Mu chuckled, then said, "I can let you go, sure. But I just cured your brain-dead disease, you gotta show some gratitude, right? How about this: you kneel down and call me 'sir'! Then say a few nice things. If I'm satisfied, I'll let you off."
"What, I kneel down and beg you?" The East police officer was instantly depressed. A dignified superintendent of the Metropolitan Police Department, actually being forced to kneel and kowtow to some Huaxia punk in front of everyone—if this got out, it'd be the joke of the century. He'd lose every shred of dignity, and the whole East police circle would be humiliated along with him. If it really came to that, he'd never be able to mix in this line again.
"What now? I cured your brain-dead disease, and you can't even kneel once and say thank you?" Lin Mu said with clear displeasure.
