Inside the Wuxiang Shise Restaurant, Qian Cangyi, Xuan Zhi, and Jiang Li each looked in different directions, observing the patrons within the restaurant.
"Let me say, we might as well—" Xuan Zhi abruptly stopped speaking because he saw two uniformed police officers arriving at the restaurant entrance.
For Xuan Zhi, the arrival of two more people wouldn't prevent him from killing someone, but the indirect influence brought by their identities couldn't be said to be nonexistent.
Indeed, there had been multiple homicides in Hua'an City, but they mostly occurred at midnight. During the day, crimes involving police officers were almost unheard of.
After the police officers entered, they stood at the reception desk, seemingly inquiring about some news. Perhaps noticing they were being observed, the two police officers turned their heads to look in the direction where the three people were standing.
At that moment, the ringtone of a phone sounded.
