C895 Make a Statement

He lay on the hood, his broken arm hanging loosely on the side of his body. His forehead was covered in sweat. The blood soaked the bottom of his snow-white shirt, and he was covered in ugly blood.

Boss Gu, who had been unrestrained for most of his life, was no longer as high-spirited as he usually was.

When the policeman rushed over, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something