Chang Erbing was stunned when he learned that a corpse transport vehicle had left downstairs, as if he had been struck by lightning, and he didn't regain his senses for a long time.
After a long while, he squeezed out a dry "huh?" from deep in his throat, as if someone was choking him.
Cold sweat trickled down his spine, soaking his uniform and leaving a dark wet mark on his waistcoat.
He wiped his face with a hand, trying to make himself look calm, but the dampness in his palm completely gave away his nervousness.
"A corpse transport vehicle?"
His voice seemed squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a barely noticeable tremor, but his face forced an angry expression, trying to cover up that trace of uneasiness with fury,
"Ha, they really dare! Captain Li, if we swallow this insult, the people at the Second Prison might think our Patrol Office is made of clay, eh?"
