A middle-aged police chief driving the van. He holds a flashlight, a baton, and has a pistol on his belt. He has a dark face with a rather unsettling, malicious smile, looking at the players as if they were lambs to the slaughter. He tapped his baton rhythmically against his palm. When he saw Gu Rong, his eyes went wide in disbelief. He grinned, scooped up Gu Rong like a kitten, tucked him under his arm, and patted his fluffy soft head multiple times before carrying him into the mental hospital.
