National Forensic Doctor

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In the dead of night, Bian Yizhang stood on the rooftop.

The light in the east wing on the first floor turned on and off again. Bian Yizhang rubbed his eyes and sat up, knowing Jiang Yuan was about to come out.

He had observed this several times before and knew that the annex building of the Criminal Science Building of the 9th block in the Criminal Police Detachment was exclusively used by Jiang Yuan. Among them, the forensic doctor’s most frequently used autopsy room was located on the first floor. Not only was it convenient, but the smell also dissipated easily.

Within the police system, this detail alone had already surpassed most forensic doctors’ living conditions.

Bian Yizhang slowly stood up, stretched and rubbed his wrists and ankles, then put on a windbreaker. He carefully folded the rainproof tarp that concealed his position, stored it in his tactical backpack, and descended via the fire escape on the other side of the building.

He was in no rush. Jiang Yuan was there, like the crown jewel, simply awaiting him to pluck it. Yet every moment before the actual act of plucking felt like savoring the anticipation to Bian Yizhang.

"Command the underworld! Haha..." Bian Yizhang remembered a story he had heard while drinking, about how Jiang Yuan spread a rumor and prominent figures from the underworld enthusiastically assisted in finding someone. It made him scoff outwardly yet envy inwardly.

Of course, he himself had no qualification to have the underworld bosses serve him, especially in such a tacit and effortless way — merely a gesture was enough to mobilize action. Bian Yizhang knew he would never have such power in his lifetime.

But from another perspective, if he could kill Jiang Yuan — particularly by killing him meticulously, brutally humiliating him in the process — then afterward, the legends of the underworld would inevitably include the name of Bian Yizhang.