When Chen Daonian gasped at the sight of a deep hole in the tire,
the repairman arrived quickly, and after peeling off the tire, to everyone's surprise, the hole had penetrated both the outer and inner tubes. Yet, within the tire, there was nothing - not the expected bullet.
"What could have caused this?" several officers wondered, unable to figure it out, but Daonian seemed to have anticipated something, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the crowd, his face turning ashen.
Daonian didn't dare linger at the scene any longer, wiping the sweat from his forehead before dashing off toward the breeding farm. When he reached the gates, he turned back to drag Pig Bristle Face with him, the look of utter despair on his face akin to that of a pig about to be slaughtered.
