Xu Lin's face was already completely covered in blood plasma.
His expression was indiscernible.
The only thing still clearly visible were those two crazed, flickering eyes.
The few individuals had entirely lost the courage to beg for mercy; they could only keep shifting their bodies, trying desperately to keep out of his line of sight.
All of these people were seated in that business van.
They were also his subordinates.
Any hint of hesitation in Xu Lin's eyes suddenly disappeared, and he was about to lift his leg and walk towards the man closest to him.
But suddenly the voice of Zhang Ye reached his ears.
"Inspector Xu,"
"Would you like to come up and chat for a bit?"
He looked up to see Zhang Ye, Wang Hu, and Ai Bing had climbed onto the truck's carriage and were now looking down at him with smiles.
The stench from the man who had just wet himself at his feet hit him squarely in the nostrils.
Xu Lin frowned involuntarily.
His expression filled with revulsion.
Cowards.