At the Devil's Capital Hospital, in a special care ward.
Lu Yuan lay on the hospital bed, bandaged all over, with a look of utter despair on his face.
He couldn't understand why he had suddenly caught fire.
He had absolutely nothing flammable on him whatsoever.
Police officer Old Xue sat across from him, verifying his identity.
"What's your name?"
Lu Yuan said in a low voice, "Lu... Lu Ping."
Old Xue glanced at the passport photo found on his person, then at the facial recognition photo on his laptop, and sneered:
"Lu Ping? You should be called Lu Yuan, right?"
"Lu Peihua is your father, and you are wanted for endangering public safety, am I correct?"
Lu Yuan opened his mouth but offered no defense.
Technology had advanced too far; the fake identity he'd acquired with great difficulty had been so quickly seen through by the police.
Seeing that Lu Yuan did not deny it, Old Xue closed his laptop.
