If Iga had felt like he ascended from Hell to Heaven upon learning that his uncle had come to the bar with the police, then when he saw his Uncle Ida lying unconscious on the ground like a dead dog, and noticed the pitiful glances from the patrons, he fell right back into Hell.
Under the lights, Iga had a blank look on his face, his mind went blank, and he didn't know what to do.
"First, take them to the hospital," Lin Xiang ordered as he saw Iga and the others being led out. He looked at Chen Fan, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Mr. Chen, if we need your cooperation afterwards, I hope you can do me the favor of assisting our police work to the best of your ability."
"Hmm," Chen Fan nodded, "Cooperating with the police is every citizen's duty."
Startled by Chen Fan's words, Lin Xiang's mouth twitched, and he almost fainted...
