When the emergency call came in, Zhou Qingfeng's heart sank sharply, and countless terrible images flashed through his mind - Lucy being kidnapped, taken away, or even worse.
Had the people from the 'Tree of Justice' acted ahead of schedule?
Outside the back door of the restaurant was a dimly lit parking lot, with a few faint streetlights looking particularly lonely in the chilly night, their light barely illuminating the path underfoot.
Lucy stood in front of a shabby Kia car, clutching her phone tightly, anxiously comforting an old man who had fallen to the ground.
The old man was obviously quite shocked, his clothes covered in dust, and there were noticeable abrasions on his hands, feet, and face, with blood looking especially glaring under the dim light.
Zhou Qingfeng hurried over, his brows furrowed, and his voice low and urgent: "What happened?"
