Chapter 74: Choice (Part 2) Ii (1/2)

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?”