Let's play a game

Yang Qingyue tapped on the mouse and scanned through the files Cai Ning had sent over. Reading several lines quickly, Yang Qingyue understood the level of corruption and why the suspected man chose not to throw the eight bastards into prison.

The maximum sentence and other loopholes were worse than just a mere slap on the wrist. Replacing him, Yang Qingyue thought she was no better and had no right to say otherwise.

But the law was the law. Nothing was allowed to cross it or exploit it. Any offenders must be held accountable. The only problem with sentencing influential and powerful figures was the corruption holding back true justice.

An unfair justice system? Perhaps. Yang Qingyue had headaches contemplating such philosophical issues.

It appeared that one of the eight scums was linked to the police chief—a nephew or something, though she had no idea how they were connected.