The police car stopped by the roadside, and several officers got out.
They looked at Lin Pengfei, who was lying on the ground groaning nonstop, then at Zhang Beixing and the others squatting nearby.
The group of officers was momentarily stunned and somewhat baffled.
But they quickly recovered.
They stepped forward: some to make arrests, some to check injuries, and some to ask questions.
Among those involved, the middle-aged chubby man was the most cooperative. He had already confessed everything without much prompting, and his confession process was quite standard.
Everything was in perfect order.
Except for... a certain motor-mouthed officer whom Zhang Beixing had once described as autistic.
Wu Qing hadn't expected that, on a rare police call, he would run into Zhang Beixing again—that memorable student from Shi University.
Finding an old acquaintance at the crime scene, Officer Wu Qing's mouth twitched.
