Seeing Fan Hong become so agitated that he spat blood, Zhang Xuan quickly helped him up... and then gently let him sit on the bench.
"Master Gou... forgive us for the embarrassment!"
"Blame it on Lin Hai and his gang for being so arrogant. I blame ourselves for being incompetent, unable to find evidence of their crimes!"
"Uh... don't cry!"
After sitting down, Fan Hong took a tissue and wiped the blood from his mouth clean before complaining to Chen Ergou. As he spoke, he felt a lump form in his throat—a sense of helplessness that directly brought tears to his eyes. Zhang Xuan also helplessly sighed on the side.
"Master Gou, you don't know, I've sent officers to tail Lin Hai many times, but they're too cunning; we always lose them."
"We can never find their hideout, and there's no evidence of their crimes. It's really hopeless!"
