To Fight to the Death Without Fear of Death

"Grab him." Before Lin Hua even got close, the man lit a cigarette in the dark room. Not long after, the room was filled with the smell of tobacco and grass, and amidst the smoke, Lin Hua subconsciously reached to his waist and grabbed onto the handgun on his body.

The man coughed a few times, then suddenly turned around. The scarlet flames gradually extinguished in the darkness of the room. At the very last moment, the man spoke.

"I am Lin Chaohui, Officer Lin, long time no see."

After hearing the man's voice, Lin Hua's expression relaxed. He walked to the door, turned on the light, and the room immediately lit up.

"You came to look for Xu Zhen?"

Lin Hua brought a cup of water for Lin Chaohui and passed it to him.

"Well, is he back now?"

Lin Chaohui threw away the tip of his cigarette, picked up the cup, and took a small sip.

"He … He … "He's gone missing …"