"Who are you? What do you want with these questions?"
In the dim light, the elderly security guard couldn't make out Lin Xue's uniform clearly and asked warily in response.
Lin Xue took out her police badge from her pocket and spoke sternly, "I'm a police officer. You must not conceal anything when I ask you questions or else I'll have to take you to the station for further investigation. Can you tell me now where that black sports car went?"
"The sports car was driven away by a young guy; I couldn't even stop him,"
the old security guard said with a troubled expression.
"A young guy? Is he from your school?"
Lin Xue immediately suspected Tang Ming, always feeling that he couldn't be unconnected to this incident.
"Yes, he's from our school. I can't quite remember his name,"
the old security guard said, a bit flustered, certain that an incident involving the car had occurred, which was why the police had come to him, and at his old age, he feared getting into trouble.
