"The young cop is dead." Director Zhao repeated the news he had just received, his murky eyes fixed on Hua Qingyi's face, filled with anger but no surprise.
"You're the director of this district, shouldn't you be handling this case instead of coming to me?" Hua Qingyi's words left Director Zhao speechless. "If you can't manage it, hand it over to the city bureau."
In front of Director Zhao, Hua Qingyi slammed the door shut, not caring what the man would think. Another death? Hua Qingyi's drowsiness vanished instantly. He lay askew on the bed, lit a cigarette; it was the fourth one. He believed there would be more, and not just one person would meet their end here.
