The city lights were already up.
The neon lights flickered.
The colorful and bustling pedestrian street was illuminated with a distinctive beauty in the night.
Yet Qin Fan, leisurely sitting in the back seat of the police car, didn't take a single look at it.
The mundane world's thousand distractions held little allure for him.
With his eyes closed, a mischievous smile with a hint of defiance subtly played on his face.
This made the captain in the driver's seat frown deeply.
Years of experience in the military and police made him sense an extremely dangerous aura emanating from Qin Fan.
Don't be fooled by the youthful smile of this young man; intuition told him that this guy was more threatening than even the most notorious criminals.
As for why, he couldn't quite say, but the intangible murderous aura, as if Qin Fan had a history of numerous killings, gave him a vague feeling.
"You, have you killed people?"
