Fu Xiamen was serving appreciation to his gone teammates. Qin Hu approached him and respected them.
The commissar could see him in the reflection of the glass.
"I was passing by when I realized about your losses, please accept my condolences."
Fu Xiamen's expression was sour, "they lost their lives to keep this city safe."
"Are you fine?"
Fu Xiamen turned back and looked at him. Hu discovered his misery and the lethal fierce look in his eyes as if a predator tiger. He wouldn't let this remain unsettled, his expression was verifying it.
"Zhang Bai, he had, a three-year-old daughter, and that one Wu Fai got married three weeks ago! Do you think that I can be fine? I saw the bullets resting exactly between their eyebrows."
Beaded sweat on Fu Xiamen's face while introducing them through pictures, his face was explaining that he was fed up with acceptable lawful terms.
"Do you want to take them?"
