Chapter 45: The Carnival in Los Angeles

The Los Angeles Fire Department's fire trucks were tirelessly fighting the blaze, and they had been at it for a long time.

But the fire showed no signs of subsiding.

The area was thoroughly cordoned off by police tape, but eerie howls intermittently pierced the air.

A police car arrived, and the person who exited wore a gas mask, identifiable as a police chief from his uniform.

Many officers here had gas masks on. The newcomer ducked under the police tape and headed in, immediately greeted by someone, "Boss!"

The police chief stared at the fiercely blazing building, "A strip club? If I'm not mistaken, it's a Hellhound Gang property, right? Tell me what happened here! I was in the middle of making a baby with my wife when a call dragged me into overtime! Don't tell me it was an accidental fire, because if that were the case, I should be commanding from the station."