Sitting in the car, Lance swayed back and forth a couple of times to avoid sitting on his clothes, "Drive."
The car moved slowly, merging with the traffic along with the convoy; he was leaving New Gold City.
Behind the window, two people watched as Lance's car disappeared completely. A young man's eyes were already reddened.
From his gaze, anyone could instantly tell the intensity of his emotion was sheer ruthlessness and hatred!
"He's already gone."
Beside him, an older person said soothingly, with a light sigh.
"I know." The young man gritted his teeth, and his voice was filled with anger, to the point where you could hear the sound of enamel grinding.
The voice carried a strong sense of hatred, because he was the child of that older policeman among the five mysteriously dead officers.
He attended college out of town and was about to graduate this year; his original plan was to join the New Gold City Police Department after graduation.
