"Bang."
He closed the door of the villa, stepping out with the officers.
Chen Yu stashed away the candy wrapper in his hand and asked the deputy station chief, "How many people died?"
"Eight."
"All the same cause of death?
"Yes," the deputy station chief nodded.
"Then... what were these people's identities?"
"Please wait a moment, let me check." The deputy station chief took out a plastic folder from his briefcase, opened it, and flipped through it: "One was the boss of a local enterprise, and the rest were... well, his thugs and subordinates, I suppose."
"Gang-related?" Chen Yu raised an eyebrow.
"There's no conclusive evidence to indicate they were part of a gang," the deputy station chief answered cautiously. "But they were indeed quite overbearing in Qingcheng on a regular basis."
"Then I understand."
After nodding, Chen Yu walked behind a squatting fat neighbor and patted his head, "We're leaving."
