“Hey! Con man!”
Qiao Jiajin asked anxiously from behind.
“Who broke in?”
“I don't know.”
Qi Xia arrived in the schoolyard, crouching down and moving forward quickly.
“Are there thieves in this broken-down place?”
Qiao Jiajin wasn't wearing a shirt, revealing a body full of knife scars. Only then did Qi Xia realize that not only did the other man have tattooed arms, but he also had a full back tattoo. What made him a bit puzzled was the wound on Qiao Jiajin's abdomen.
The wound was very fresh, as if he had been stabbed not long ago. The gash was open but didn't bleed. Could this be the true cause of Qiao Jiajin's death?
“I suspect it's not as simple as a ‘thief’,” Qi Xia said, snapping back to his senses.
“Let's go take a look first.”
After speaking, he led Qiao Jiajin directly toward the school's main gate. There was still someone standing guard, but the big man looked like he was swaying and about to fall asleep.
“Zhang Shan?”