No one knew when Gao Ming had gotten there, nor did anyone know why he hated Situ An so deeply.
The torrential rain beat down on Gao Ming. Water dripped from his hair onto Situ An's face, every drop chilling and unnerving.
"We meet again, Situ An!"
The memories of death in his heart turned like gears. Every scream of pain, repression, and despair echoed inside Gao Ming's chest. His fingers pierced the skin of Situ An's neck, and his fingertips kept pressing deeper.
He had started over time and again, paving the future with death before finally finding this one path—a path that allowed Gao Ming, as insignificant as an ant, to clamp his hands around the neck of the East District Investigation Bureau's acting bureau chief.
Situ An could neither breathe nor speak. He gripped Gao Ming's arms with both hands, but even as he gouged deep, bloody furrows into them, he could not make Gao Ming waver in the slightest.
He had only met Gao Ming a few times. They lived in different worlds, and he could not understand why Gao Ming's killing intent was so intense.
As suffocation set in, a trace of pain finally appeared in Situ An's eyes. He toyed with lives and treated living people as tools; he stopped at nothing and exploited everything he could; he had spent years laying his plans and exhausted every scheme to climb to the top of Hanhai. He had never imagined this day would come.
His hair soaked in the mud, his head pinned against broken stones, Situ An's bloodshot eyes brimmed with hatred and defiance.
He controlled some of the school rules and had obtained the posthumous photographs of every teacher at the school. He had turned his own child into a Greater Ghost in