Zhao Wuyang and the others were shocked.
"What is he…?" Captain Zhang said.
Zhao Wuyang hesitated and said, "He should be looking for help!"
"Oh!"
Captain Zhang and the others nodded in understanding.
Tang Hao ran to his car, opened the car door, and sat inside.
As he turned the steering wheel around, his expression was dark and sullen.
His gaze was ice-cold and penetrating, though he felt so nervous as though his body was on fire.
Almost half an hour had passed, and Zhao Qingxue's fate was still unknown. Every passing second meant that her chances of survival were lower.
"Don't you think that criminal police officers are very cool? There are so many bad people in this world, and I want to do my best in stopping crime, so that the world can become a better place."
Somehow, those words surfaced in Tang Hao's mind.
He could remember clearly the confidence and innocence on her face when she said that.
