At this moment, the emotions of the onlookers outside the police cordon intensified as they watched Lin Beichen approach the entrance.
"Is this guy a spy?"
"He's covered in blood... did he kill those people?"
"Did he throw out the corpses?"
"Are the corpses all hostages?"
"What's going on? Why aren't the police doing anything? Are they just going to let him be so arrogant?"
"..."
Their doubts arose from knowing nothing at all, not even realizing that the five corpses were all spies.
Meanwhile, the police and agents who knew everything looked at the blood-covered Lin Beichen, pondering one crucial question—
Were these spies...
really all killed by him?!
Before they could think further.
Song Xiangdong's voice rang out.
"Lin Beichen, are you okay?!"
His tone was excited, full of worry and anxiety.
Lin Beichen recognized Song Xiangdong's voice instantly, shaking his head with a smile: "Director Song, I'm fine, no need to worry."
