Lin Guang, the young man, gradually calmed down. He clearly agreed with what had been said.
The tall man's main goal wasn't to lecture him, but to give Xu Huo, the new recruit and rookie, a heads-up.
"You'll get used to it." The tall man patted Xu Huo on the shoulder.
Xu Huo couldn't help asking, "You can turn a blind eye to robbery and theft, but do you ignore murders too?"
The tall man seemed to find the question amusing. "Can we handle it all? Never mind those lowlifes outside—even so many of our inspectors have died. Do you think we can figure out who did it?"
Lin Guang chimed in. "You just got here, so you don't know how things work yet. Our branch alone gets over a thousand cases a day. There are more than a dozen murders, too. We don't have enough people to handle them all. Besides, if the aircraft can't identify the culprit when it receives the report, there's basically no chance of solving the case afterward."
"And that's with us going out on patrol every day."
Xu Huo fell silent. "Leaving everyone else aside, when a coworker you work with every day gets killed..."
The smile faded from the tall man's face. "Sure, coworkers get replaced quickly, but it still feels awful when someone you were just eating and drinking with suddenly turns into a corpse. And it's not just civilians targeting inspectors. The Rebel Army does, too."
At the words "Rebel Army," the skin on Lin Guang's face twitched. Then his expression filled with hatred. "One day, I'll kill every last one of them!"
Xu Huo fell silent.
By then, the "interrogation" was over. The bald man tossed a handful of bloodstained cash and jewelry onto the table. "That's all this was