Chapter 74 (1/2)

Chapter 74

Xiaohong stopped his car outside the slum since the muddy ground made it impossible for him to drive .

He got off after stuffing the head mask into his pocket .

He followed the directions in his phone and walked into the slum area . It was 6:30 pm .

No one noticed that he was wearing a leather jacket .

He even bought a bag of scones in the market along the way .

He got closer and closer to his destination .

It was an unfinished building that looked as though it could collapse anytime .

After finis.h.i.+ng his food, he entered the building and looked for unit 202 .

Upon locating it, he looked into the windows .

There were cracks in the gla.s.s and it looked like it had been held in place with adhesive tape .

It was a simple house . The ceiling lamp had a yellowing bulb that filled the room with a dim light .

Beneath it was a man reading a book with a slight hunch .

There were all kinds of books around him . Language, math, art . . . all subjects it seemed .

It seemed impossible that the man before Xiaohong was that very same deputy mayor who swallowed 630 million .

Xiaohong took out his head mask and put it on before retrieving a flashlight from his back pocket .

It was a unique flashlight because it had three bulbs .

Its gla.s.s cover had been cut into a rhombus shape, which allowed light to gather .

Holding his breath, Xiaohong kicked the door open .

In the instant that the man turned around, Xiaohong switched his flashlight on .

A blinding light shone into the man's eyes, making him scream .

Xiaohong rushed over to hold him against the ground .

”It hurts . I can't see!” the man yelled .

”It's temporary . You'd better shut up or I'll make it more permanent,” Xiaohong warned with a bitter smile .

With his eyes shut tightly, the man had a distorted look on his face

”You're the cause of our misery, dear deputy mayor,” Xiaohong started .

”How do you know who I am? I know I was wrong . Look at me . I've been teaching over here for ten years in hopes that I can compensate for my mistake . I'm very sorry,” he responded .

”Do you think your sorry can bring back lives?” Xiaohong asked as he flipped the table before him .

Books came cras.h.i.+ng down together with the shattering of a gla.s.s cup .

The noise attracted a few observers .

Xiaohong took his shotgun out and pointed it at them . ”Look and you'll join him . ”

The crowd immediately retracted their gazes, but an elderly stepped forward and said in a low voice, ”Ding's a good man . Why do you want him dead?”

”Why? Ask him yourself . Ask him what he's done and why I'm here today . ”