She had an air of arrogance, the kind that probably annoyed every police officer.
And at this moment, An Ning fit the description perfectly.
"Do you know the consequences of this?"
An Ning rubbed one wrist with her other hand. Her expression was cold and a little provocative as she raised a single eyebrow.
"I do. You want to make a move?"
An Ning didn't flinch. Her gaze was even a little challenging, conveying her resolve.
She could accept an inspection, even a pat-down, but being forced to strip for an examination was out of the question.
The stern-faced man was completely unfazed by An Ning's provocation. "In that case, you'll have to come with us," he said, his voice calm and steady.
An Ning dusted her hands off, pushed herself up using the chair's armrests, and said, "I want to make a phone call."
"No one can get you out of this. Your only option is to cooperate."
The two were once again at a standoff.
"ARF— WHIMPER WHIMPER—"
