A police car slowly stopped at the door of the two-story building.
Wang Cangdong, personally driving the car, looked at Huo Ben in the passenger seat.
"Brothers in arms, I can only take you this far. I'll say this one last time: sometimes death is a relief. If you're alive, many people won't be able to sleep."
Wang Cangdong lit a cigarette and looked at Huo Ben.
This trip, he was just sending him to his death.
"I've done so much for the Eight Elders' Council, and now that something happened, no one cares about me. Is this what's called a stray dog?"
Huo Ben snatched the cigarette, took a couple of deep drags, and exhaled.
