Just when it seemed like things were calming down completely, Nu Ying's father entered the precinct. Hardly had any officer reached him when three fathers of different victims lunged at him.
Voices rose, accusations were hurled. A woman was screaming and someone was wailing!
Officers raced into action, separating the men. Nu Ying's father was had a busted bleeding lip, twp swollen eyes, a torn shirt. One of his shoes was missing and he was holding his ribs. In so little time, the three who attacked had done great damage.
Liwu made her way to her office, grabbed an bag and visited the bathroom to get a change of clothes. When she returned, she found Weijun waiting at her desk.
"Crazy, right?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I have seen crazier. The hatred the families of the victims have against the killer is usually transferred to the parents of the killer as well."
"Still, to attack an innocent man like that!" Weijun was still in shock.
