Grace was frightened and rushed forward to pull the two apart. He shouted at them, 'Carl, Wolfgang, what are you doing? This is a police station. Do you dare to fight here? Don't you want to die?'

Wolfgang wiped the blood on his lips with a ruffian face, glanced at Carl and grunted coldly, 'Grace, I don't blame him for this today. He started it first.'

'Yes, I beat you first.' Carl looked straight at him with a full face of haze and said word by word, 'Wolfgang, take care of your ...