When he saw Harvey Dent lying in a pool of blood with half his face torn apart, Qin Wei's heart broke in two.
"Hang on, I'll get you to a hospital!"
"Don't do that. I won't die-it just hurts a little!" Every word tore open large patches of the blood that had only just clotted over his wounds, yet he still gave Qin Wei his signature smile.
"It was my fault. I shouldn't have gone in alone. Go on, they need you on the battlefield!"
Harvey pushed himself out of Qin Wei's arms and gave him a thumbs-up.
Qin Wei took a deep breath, struggling to calm the turmoil within him.
After calling Selina to tell her about Harvey's condition, he turned and pursued the attacker toward Park Row, following the directions Mr. Hacker had provided.
If fate really existed, he had probably already guessed the attacker's identity.
The moment he stepped into Park Row, a sense of familiarity washed over him.
With every step after that, Qin Wei felt his body slip beyond his control. Guided by his subconscious, he walked to the theater entrance,
and turned into Crime Alley.
Concealed in the alley's dim shadows, he met Maroni's eyes.
"Sal Maroni!"
In all fairness, Qin Wei had borne no deep grudge against Maroni before this, but when the man raised his head, fully exposing that loathsome face beneath his filthy, matted blond hair, fury burned in Qin Wei's eyes.
At that moment, all he wanted was to tear that face to pieces.
Was it because of what had happened to Harvey? Of course, but that was not all.
He strode forward, thrust his fingers into Maroni's hair, and hauled him high by the scalp.
The scrawny Maroni dangled like a fair-weather doll hanging beneath the eaves. As his