Officer Hunter pulled out one compartment from a morgue refrigerator, where his assistant's nephew lay pale and lifeless.
His body had been dissected, drained of blood to avoid a mess during the autopsy, which left his complexion ghastly white.
Seeing his nephew with his eyes closed forever, what made it even more devastating was that he had personally given the address to the assailant, filling him with indescribable pain and hatred.
He could barely stand, and Mr. Qiao Bafu supported him.
After letting their emotions vent for a while, Officer Hunter handed them a form to sign, "If you recognize this person, please sign here."
"Additionally, we suspect he was killed due to gang-related revenge. Do you have any clues that could help us?"
"This will help us solve the case faster."
Mr. Qiao Bafu's assistant, still reeling from the pain of his loss, caressed his nephew's cheek.
