"Is there such a thing?" Xu Ming clinked glasses with the fellow and drank. He was someone who liked drinking without eating, and the chopsticks on the table remained untouched. "I know about the few murder cases in the northern district. I already knew when I was working in the city center. At that time, there was also a major traffic accident on the highway, and it was my side that sent people over. It seems that the perpetrator is also from your northern district. Two foreigners died on the spot; it was truly tragic."
"I know who you're talking about. He's a punk from our area, known for being a filial son." The fellow chuckled twice without saying more, and Xu Ming glanced at him.
"Name your price!" It wasn't just the northern district; it was the same everywhere. Xu Ming could tell the type of person he was dealing with just by looking at the fellow, so he didn't shy away and asked directly.
