In the midst of Li Qingming's sudden and horrifying laughter, everyone shuddered from their spines to their skulls, not a single person could utter a word.
The Secret Realm descended once again, like so.
Even Zhou Cheng, subconsciously reaching for the gun at his waist, ordered the police force to come without drawing attention.
As for Han Chun, he was utterly perplexed, "Qingming, I know you have a bone to pick with me, we can talk in private."
"Right, right, right, I enjoy this kind of struggle," Li Qingming said, approaching excitedly, even forgetting to put his hands in his pockets, "Struggle harder, quickly ask me 'Where's the evidence?' or 'I've got no motive!' Hurry, ask."
"Li Qingming, don't lose it..." At this time, Zhou Cheng already had a firm grip on his gun handle, his gaze darting left and right.
Logically, he should aim at Li Qingming.
But instinctively, he was more focused on Han Chun.
