"Life is really fragile."
In the dimly lit bar, Xiao An stood amidst pools of blood, staring blankly at the horrific scene before him.
It was as if a storm had passed through, leaving chaos in its wake.
Scattered across the floor, tables, and even on the walls were dismembered bodies, remnants of flesh and innards mixing grotesquely.
Not far outside the door, the sound of someone retching could be heard.
A young officer stood pale, his hand trembling as it clutched the police tape, almost ready to snap.
“Damn it! Who brought a rookie here? Get away and don’t contaminate the scene!” The chief, responsible for the site, habitually cursed, but then paused mid-sentence, his voice faltering as annoyance seeped into his tone. “... Forget it, go ahead and vomit. This godforsaken scene is useless anyway.”
A useful scene?
What good was a scene?
Even if there were witnesses or physical evidence, which police officer would dare to slap handcuffs on Lei Yaoxing? Which one had the courage greater than the chief of police? If they weren’t afraid for themselves, how could they not fear for their families?
“Damn you! Go ahead and fight, it’s all just dogs biting dogs. One day, your whole family will be dead!” The beefy chief spat out betel nut juice onto the ground before turning to leave.