"No need for goodbyes, this is our last meeting. I once learned some face-reading skills from a fortune teller, and I can see that you have the face of someone who won't live much longer. I wish you a peaceful departure." Xu Ke suppressed the hostility in his heart, returning a gentle smile to the middle-aged man, yet successfully wiped the smile off the man's face. He seemed to see a fleeting bloodthirstiness in the man's eyes, but in the blink of an eye, it was as if nothing had happened, as if it was all just an illusion.
"Hurry up, don't linger here." A policeman, about the same age as the middle-aged man, looked at the man with disgust and pushed him forward. As the middle-aged policeman passed by Xu Ke, he gave Xu Ke a friendly smile, as if he hadn't heard Xu Ke cursing the middle-aged man.
Although he was a policeman, he was also a father, and he naturally loathed human traffickers, wishing to eliminate them hastily.
The middle-aged man was pushed away by the policeman.
