His eyes wide, Fang Xinwu stared fixedly at the photograph before him, all his usual composure gone.
Even after this mission had ended, when Fang Xinwu had felt utterly lost about his future, he had never lost control like this.
The face of the person in the photograph was somewhat obscured by the blood from the bullet wound in his forehead.
Yet the hatred etched into his heart allowed him to identify the man at a glance. This was Xing Deng, the old enemy he had sworn to kill.
The reason he had left Mainland China's police system was that Xing Deng had enticed his girlfriend, with whom he had already begun discussing marriage, into taking drugs, then stolen his anti-drug department's operational plans.
Had he not noticed in time and uncovered Xing Deng's plot before it unfolded, earning leniency by making amends through meritorious service,
Fang Xinwu's fate would probably have been more than simply dismissal from public office and reassignment as a Special Intelligence operative.
Had his fellow officers in the department been killed in the line of duty because of him, he would most likely have faced trial in court.
But even though Fang Xinwu had made amends through meritorious service, he had still paid an exceptionally heavy price.
Not only could he no longer serve openly within the police system,
but his fiancée had also suffered an emotional breakdown and ultimately shot herself before his eyes.
All the waters of the world could not extinguish the hatred Fang Xinwu harbored deep within for Xing Deng.
With his old enemy appearing before him in an autopsy photograph, how could Fang Xinwu possibly remain unmoved?
At that moment, he was filled with the exhilaration of finally having his revenge.
Fang Xinwu's only regret was that he had not