Zhou Ning smiled.
That sentence touched him so much he wanted to cry.
He was a police officer, not a desperado, and now he was going to prove that this man was Wang Guanli, not some military attaché from the Sapporo Embassy spouting nonsense.
Zhou Ning waved his hand, leading the members of the second group as they quickly left.
Of course, Yang Xuetong had already taken photos of the body downstairs and called for a vehicle to transport it.
Once they entered the door of the technology department, Liu Yongxin was already standing at the entrance. Seeing Zhou Ning come down, he grabbed Zhou Ning's wrist and, noticing it was still bleeding, kicked Mr. Zhao.
"Is that a hand or a hoof? You can't even wrap it properly."
Mr. Zhao chuckled sheepishly.
"Don't be mad, uncle, I was in a hurry! I told Zhou Ning to go get some stitches from Mr. He, but he refused, insisting on coming back for the autopsy first. I couldn't stop him."
Liu Yongxin waved his hand.
