The soft sneakers stepped on the charred highway ground. Ethan Shen stood in the isolated area, silently looking at the car that was burned to a distorted skeleton.
There were no brake marks on the ground, but there were several long brake marks behind a dozen police cars parked far away.
The scene had been cleaned up, there was no body in the car, but the charred seats were mixed with carbonized flesh.
Ethan Shen just glanced at the car from a distance and did not go forward.
Blake Pang stood behind him, looking at his back, as if in silence. He knew from the incident at the underground boxing ring that Ethan Shen didn't want him to be arrested. Maybe it was a kind of empathy, maybe it was a kind of mutual appreciation.
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