Under Qin Ruan's watchful eyes, Master Song happily devoured two skewers of beef and shrimp balls.
From a distance, the urgent sirens of a police car echoed.
After finishing his skewers, Master Song tossed the bare sticks into a trash can.
He walked over to Qin Ruan, his eyes sparkling as he watched the approaching police car in the middle of the road, exclaiming, "The response time seems even faster than before."
Qin Ruan's expression was inscrutable as several law enforcement officers descended from the police car. The delivery truck driver's body had already been removed.
Someone in the Bentley had also died on the spot, the driver seated behind the wheel.
The driver's body was a mangled mess of crimson, grotesquely distorted, the stark white of broken bones visible in his twisted arm, one leg fractured at a right angle.
The scene was horrendous beyond description.
