As everyone examined it, someone spoke up and asked, "Did you install a dashcam?"
Zhang Hongfei had not installed one. He was a police officer, after all; there had been no need for it.
Even if he had installed one, with the windshield at the front of the car shattered, it might not have captured anything clearly.
No matter what, Director Zhang had been attacked. He was unharmed, but the car had suffered considerable damage.
There was no need to mention the losses. Anything money could solve was not a problem, and he might not even have to spend much himself.
It was not that the insurance company would cover it. If Director Zhang needed his car repaired, who would refuse to do him a favor?
Even at a legitimate repair shop, as long as they issued a receipt, he would have no trouble finding somewhere to claim reimbursement.
The key issue now lay in two points.
First, who had done this? Second, how had that hole in the front been made?
Since there was no dashcam and no surveillance cameras near the scene, Director Zhang could only describe the attacker's appearance.
It had been a middle-aged man dressed in black, with a square face and a broken eyebrow. He had looked extremely fierce.
Zhang Hongfei could more or less determine who had done it. He had offended quite a few people over the years, but the only person he had provoked recently was Feng Jun, the owner of that barren mountain.
Director Zhang had been a police officer for many years. He had seen vicious criminals before, and he had dealt with countless petty thugs from the underworld, but someone capable of such violent methods was genuinely rare.
Considering that Feng Jun ran a jade mine, it was not