Accompanied by the piercing sound of a woman's voice and the hurried sound of footsteps.
The people blocking the entrance were quickly dispersed.
It wasn't long before An Mingji saw Captain Jiang, along with a man and two women beside him.
These three were Xing Wenming, Mao Minlan, and Mao Shuqin.
"Is it those two?"
Mao Shuqin pointed at An Mingji and Zou Yanpeng, who were sitting in the seats with calm expressions, and asked Captain Jiang discontentedly.
The latter bowed and scraped: "Yes, Madam Yin, they're two of the murderers connected to Miss Ying'er's death last night."
Why were they only two of the murderers?
Captain Jiang was an old hand, too aware that last night's tragedy was not something two young boys could have accomplished; they must have had other accomplices.
"Then why are they sitting?!" Mao Shuqin's face twisted with rage, and she shrieked sharply.
