When the familiar villa appeared before his eyes,
Brian felt numb all over.
"Father just left this morning.
Not even ten in the morning, and you're bringing me back?"
Is that appropriate?
...
Around the villa, there were already eight or nine police cars parked, with a lot of isolation tape pulled out. Through the gate, one could see a bustling crowd meticulously investigating the scene.
Besides that,
at every intersection, there were Los Angeles police officers with walkie-talkies patrolling.
Not to mention people,
even a passing dog wouldn't dare to get close.
Brian feigned surprise, "What a grand scene. Has some wealthy tycoon been murdered?"
Team Leader Susan executed a beautiful drift to park the car on the side of the road, her mouth corners ticking up uncontrollably with a cheerful tone, "No, it's some guy I really dislike. If it weren't for him, I'd have become a Bounty Hunter a long time ago."
Saying this,
