Chapter 11: Are You Worried About Me?
His outer garment was nowhere to be found; he was only wearing a white shirt with two buttons ripped off at the neckline, covered in splattered blood, looking shockingly horrific.
He looked as if he had just emerged from a pile of corpses, like Xiuluo himself. He stared at her from a distance, his expression unfathomably deep.
Under the cover of night, Ye Yan met his gaze; that hint of relief was extraordinarily well concealed.
"Hey, Captain Zhu," Fu Xingzhou spoke somewhat lazily.
The police officer referred to as Captain Zhu smiled, "What can I do for you, Mr. Fu?"
"Just remember to send my car back after you're done inspecting it," he spoke to Captain Zhu, his eyes fixed on Ye Yan all the while, "That's my new favorite, I cherish it very much."
"This vehicle is also part of the physical evidence; we will contact you to retrieve it once we collect all the relevant materials," Captain Zhu responded pleasantly.
Fu Xingzhou seemed unconcerned, gently caressing the bloodstains on his shirt with his long fingers, "Does this count as acting bravely for a just cause? I heard the guy was even a wanted criminal. If you're giving out a commendation flag, just send it to the Royal Sand Casino."
The suspect's wrists and ankles were broken, at least six ribs fractured, and all his teeth were smashed; other internal injuries were yet unknown.
He had brutally tortured a man to the verge of death and a mere claim of "self-defense" easily absolved him of any crime, earning him the title of "good citizen" despite the fact he wasn't even from Ao City.
Captain Zhu laughed somewhat awkwardly, "We still need you to come to the station to make a statement, Mr. Fu."