We turned around, only to see Xu Zhipeng lying in a pool of blood, his body covered with glass shards, and a man standing next to him with a broken champagne bottle in his hand.

From a glance, I knew that this man was Lang Jun whom we were looking for. He looked much older than the photos taken two years ago. Although he was only forty years old, there were streaks of white along his temples.

"Police!” shouted Xiaotao, flashing her police badge. “Lay down your weapon!"

Madness smoldered in Lang Jun's narrowed eyes as he dragged Xu Zhipeng up from the ground and held the broken bottle against his throat. "Don't interfere! I'm going to kill this hypocrite!"

Xu Zhipeng immediately woke up from his unconsciousness with a fearful scream. "Lang-ge, let’s talk about this. Don't do anything rash! The police are...