In the yard of Chunjiang Police Station, Zhang Li, Li Bin, and others all craned their necks, trying to see the situation outside the police station, but since Ye Fan and Zhu Gang had moved several meters during their confrontation, they couldn't see anything at all.
Swish!
Shortly after, before Zhang Li and the others could make sense of it, Dong Jianjun returned once more. In an instant, everyone retracted their necks and stood up straight.
Under the lamp light, they appeared to be avoiding direct eye contact, but in reality, they were using their peripheral vision to stare at the gate. Still, they couldn't spot Ye Fan; all they saw was Dong Jianjun's cold, frosty, and chubby face.
Could it be that the bastard had escaped?
Seeing that Ye Fan hadn't appeared and noticing the drastic change in Dong Jianjun's expression from the warmth of spring to the chill of winter, Zhang Li couldn't help but secretly question himself.
It must be so.
