At this moment.
Bentley Johnson did a slight bow, which was a little stiff. Usually, he would shake hands with others.
But between martial artists, there was no such thing.
It was still according to the ancient salute!
Bentley said gently, "Captain Murphy, you're here tonight too. I received a call from an old friend in the capital. He asked me to come to the Babcock family to help out and see if there's any misunderstanding here!"
"Your old friend is a member of the Babcock family in the capital, right?" Hatcher Murphy smiled coldly.
Bentley nodded slightly and did not say anything.
When Lawson Babcock, the inspector of Quill, saw Jonathan Babcock's corpse, he went forward in shock and anger and said, "Uncle!"
"What happened to Mr. Babcock?"
Bentley was shocked.
Lawson turned around and stared at Hatcher with bloodshot eyes. He said hoarsely, "Hatcher, you killed my uncle?"
