Lin Fan took the child, gazed at the sleeping child, and then at Officer Huang's severely damaged clothes, coated in thick bloodstains. He remembered that Officer Huang's clothes hadn't been this dirty before.
He could already imagine the trouble Officer Huang must have run into while bringing the child back.
"Officer Huang, do you need help?"
Lin Fan asked.
"Heh heh."
Officer Huang let out a hoarse roar at Lin Fan, ignored him, and turned to walk toward the distance, as if he were about to head out on another mission.
Lin Fan watched Officer Huang's retreating figure, walking on the desolate streets, casting an indescribable feeling over those who saw him, even though the civilized order of the apocalypse had already collapsed.
Officer Huang still clung to the faith in his heart.
Lin Fan never considered himself to be great. The truly great one was Officer Huang, who, no matter how weak or strong, always did his best to maintain the peace in the city.
