"What happened? Weren't they fine yesterday?"
At Jinshi City's Patrol Bureau, the old man sat in the director's office, took a sip of tea, and asked in confusion.
He had just learned that the three little men from Japan had come in last night to file a report, battered and bruised and claiming they had been attacked.
The three little men had been beaten badly and had all limped in.
The director sat stiffly before him and explained,
"According to the statements they gave last night, they were attacked by someone on their way back. The attacker was highly skilled, and the three of them had no ability to fight back at all! What's strange is that they didn't even get a clear look at the attacker's face."
"Three people were attacked by one person?"
The old man paused with his teacup in hand, unable to believe it.
They might have been three little runts, but they still had some fighting ability. How could three people be attacked by one person?
The most absurd part was that they had not seen what the attacker looked like.
Wasn't that complete nonsense?
"That was their account. However, we just contacted the hospital, and the preliminary assessment is that the three of them were very likely beaten up by a group. During that time, they may have been beaten senseless, which caused their perception of the situation to become distorted."
The director explained.
The old man shook his head with a smile and muttered to himself,
"Jinshi City really is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Heroes emerge everywhere..."
"What did you say?"
The director froze for a moment, having failed to hear him clearly.
The old man waved a hand and brushed it off vaguely.
Then he asked,
"When the three