Chapter 93: The Evil Fruit

Night fell.

Dark clouds blanketed the sky, with neither moon nor stars to be seen.

The wind grew colder, and the half of his body leaning against the car door soon started to feel the ache in his bones.

Cao Chujun shifted his body, his spine crackling with creaking sounds.

His apprentice, seeing this, whispered, "Master, why don't you go back to the hotel and rest for a while? I'll call you if anything comes up."

"I'm not that delicate. I'm just old, not dying," Cao Chujun said as he moved his body around. "Let's just wait. Once it's time to act, if we can succeed in one go, we won't have to suffer here anymore."

He felt quite miserable, but it hadn't reached the point where he couldn't bear it.

In his younger days, he would stake out suspects for up to a month at a time, living out of a car.

Cao Chujun was the captain of the third team of the Changyang City Criminal Police Detachment, and retirement was just around the corner.