"He killed him?"
Du Qin froze as if struck by lightning, her eyes wide. She stood stunned for several seconds before a look of relief washed over her. She let out a breath and said, "So be it. It's probably for the best that he's dead..."
Wan Dajun, blustering, tried to press forward and restrain Wang Yi, but Du Qin pulled him back again. She lowered her voice and said, "This man killed Luo Feng. Are you sure you want to restrain him?"
"Who? Luo Feng? The Inspector? He killed him? Elder Du, you're not joking with me, are you?"
Wan Dajun frowned, finally reining in his arrogance and recklessness.
Du Qin, however, had composed herself. "Do I look like I'm joking? Listen to me. Don't say a word, don't do a thing. Just stand quietly to the side."
"Damn, the Inspector is dead. This is a huge mess!"
Wan Dajun muttered to himself, not daring to mention restraining Wang Yi again. Like a common soldier, he stood obediently to the side with Du Qin.
