The murder of Wu Wei remained unsolved, though it had been until now.
But it wasn't because the detectives were incompetent.
Rather, the murderer was Qiu Yidao, a notorious assassin from the Underworld.
This person was highly skilled in Martial Arts, and his whereabouts were elusive.
Ordinary police officers simply couldn't catch him.
Yang Fei forced a bitter smile. As soon as Feng Cai'er appeared, he started to lose control over his eyes.
"Officer Feng, you changed your clothes today, huh? Pale yellow with no straps—I like it."
Yang Fei's voice was very low, just enough for Feng Cai'er to hear.
Feng Cai'er panicked inwardly and covered the collar of her sky-blue police blouse with her left hand.
She glared at Yang Fei fiercely.
"You dead dry ghost, you're wounded like this, and yet you still have the nerve to flirt with me?"
She looked at the blisters on Yang Fei's feet and pursed her lips.