Fatal Evidence: Her Life and Death Mystery with the Drug Lord

[Abusive article, anti-drug police, crime, suspense] Seven days after my sister died, I broke a drug deal in an abandoned warehouse—the man who put a gun to my temple and later locked me in his villa for three months. Shen Yan was the "Old Man" that everyone feared on Southwest Road, but the room he kept me in had a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. Every morning he would send begonia flowers, saying, "You are like a thorny bud, very prickly." I thought he was being playful, until I found the Drug Enforcement Administration ID in the secret compartment of the closet—it turned out that this drug lord was actually a secret agent of the police? Until that day when he slapped me in public at the transaction site: "Su Tang, you are just my bedmate." I held the torn evidence and sneered, but three days later when I was trapped by Uncle Wolf's poisonous ants, I saw him smashing through the iron door with red eyes. "Run." He pushed me towards the exit. The moment the bullet penetrated his chest, the blood-stained ID hit my feet - the "inkstone" in the photo was his undercover code name. It turns out that these three months of imprisonment were a secret move by him to protect me with his life.