"Okay."
A group fought as they retreated, their movements just as swift as when they had hijacked the car earlier, astonishingly fast.
By the time the police had thoroughly secured the scene, only cold bodies remained...
"Mr. Jie, the old chairman is dead. Shot through the heart, he didn't even get a chance to speak. However, the opponent's strength was formidable; Dan Hanxi made it out without a scratch."
Yao turned to look at Dan Hanjie, who was sitting in the back seat.
"I already know."
Dan Hanjie took off the earphones from his ear and tossed them aside.
He grabbed a bottle of baijiu from the car, twisted off the cap, and gulped down a swig fiercely.
He rolled down the window and poured a line of the liquor onto the ground outside.
From his suit pocket, he took off the small multi-flowered brooch he had put on earlier that morning and threw it onto the wet mark on the ground.
Shattering the bottle on the ground, Dan Hanjie's gaze narrowed as he leaned back in the seat.