chapter 123 The strong melon is not sweet

In the police station, Jayce was sitting on a chair, his brows twisted, his hands clenched together, and his brain running rapidly.

He was thinking about who the killer who came to Haitian City this time was.

Ordinary killers don't know how to restrain their murderous intentions at all. Even from a long distance away, they should be able to detect when the other party pulls the trigger. But this time, he didn't notice it at all, even though his vigilance was relaxed. It's...