"Life is so fragile."
In the dim bar, Little An stood in a pool of blood, staring at the horrific scene before him.
It looked as though a storm had swept through, leaving devastation in its wake.
Shattered corpses were strewn across the floor and tables, or stuck to the walls. Organs, flesh, and blood had blended into an indistinguishable mess.
Faint vomiting could be heard from somewhere outside the door.
The young officer was deathly pale, his hand trembling as he held the police tape, nearly tearing it loose.
"Fuck, who brought a rookie here? Tell him to puke somewhere else and stop contaminating the scene."
The sheriff handling the scene began cursing out of habit, but halfway through, he caught himself. His voice faltered, and he grew even more irritated. "...Fuck it, forget it. Let him puke. This damn scene is useless anyway."
The scene?
Was the scene of any use?
Even if there were witnesses and evidence, which cop would dare go to Lei Yaoxing's door and put handcuffs on him? Was he braver than the Police Commissioner? If he wasn't afraid of dying himself, was he not afraid of getting his whole family killed?
"Fuck your mother! Go on, fight! It's all dogs biting dogs. One day, your whole families will be dead!" The portly sheriff spat a mouthful of betel nut juice onto the floor and turned to leave.
"Sir, aren't we examining the scene?" his subordinate asked blankly.
"What's the point of examining it?" The sheriff cast an indifferent glance back. "To uphold justice? What fucking use is putting on an act? Hurry up, finish the procedures, and get a water truck over here to wash the place down!"
What was there to examine?
Hadn't they seen enough already?
Since the day before yesterday,