Xu Fan's tone made it seem like searching for evidence was as easy as picking something out of his pocket, and Qin Mengyue couldn't help but laugh scornfully.
After sizing up this naive high school student, Qin Mengyue snorted, "Xu Fan, don't think the Flying Eagle Gang is just some petty group like those delinquents at your school. These guys are capable of murder!"
"Let's not even mention the 'Four Kings' around the Flying Eagle Gang's leader, just the gang's underlings alone could drown you with their spit—got it?"
"Oh?"
Xu Fan narrowed his eyes, amused, as he watched Qin Mengyue try to intimidate him like a child, and he chuckled.
He had yet to meet the 'Four Kings' of the Flying Eagle Gang, but neither had he been drowned by the spit of the gang's underlings.
"So according to Officer Qin, I'm just trash then?"
As he spoke, Xu Fan's gaze swept over the deep valley beneath Qin Mengyue's police uniform. 'Officer Qin' was not a title given lightly.
"Need you ask?"
