The two prison chiefs were pushed back onto the sofa like puppets, their faces interwoven with despair and confusion.
Blood gushed out from the severed arms and bullet holes, spreading dark red stains on the leather sofa.
Gong Qi is Station Chief Lou's person?
But isn't Gong Qi Feng Mu's person?
But if he's not Station Chief Lou's person, how could he find this place ahead of us and wait? There's no way Station Chief Lou would tell Feng Mu the address, right?
Gong Qi's explanation was absurd, yet somehow flawless, forcing one to believe it.
The two people were perplexed, their scalps itching with the urge to scratch.
But they dared not move their heads, as there were at least two dark gun barrels pressed against the back of each of their heads.
Gong Qi left them with a vague explanation and said no more, letting their imaginations fill in the blanks.
