"Xiao Jiu was targeted by this group during her night run, drugged, and brought here. Fortunately, we came across her. Otherwise..."
Sang Ning hesitated, leaving her words unfinished. Shen Fang understood without needing her to elaborate.
"Thanks." Shen Fang casually muttered his gratitude, then gently shook Wen Jiu. "Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jiu..."
There was no response, and Shen Fang grew increasingly anxious.
"Which bastard sons of bitches did this?" Shen Fang cursed unabashedly, sounding nothing like a proper cop.
Sang Ning pointed to several suspects kneeling in the grass. "Here, it's them."
Shen Fang strode forward quickly and aggressively, but his hold on Wen Jiu remained steady and secure in his arms.
"Screw your mother!" Shen Fang walked over and, without hesitation, kicked a stocky man square in the face.
