Qin Jiang picked up a blood-stained black cloth from the ground and held it in his hand.
He examined it closely.
Curious, Ling Qingxue asked, "Mr. Qin, why are you looking at this? Could it be that it has some use?"
"It's very useful..." Qin Jiang smiled lightly, revealing a hint of relief, "If all goes well, perhaps we can use it to find where those guys are hiding!"
Hearing this, Feng Lin's eyes showed disdain, "Kid, you're just bluffing!"
"Ridiculous."
His contempt for Qin Jiang grew, still putting on airs at a time like this, acting like a charlatan, as if a piece of tattered cloth could reveal any clues?
A police dog, huh?
Even a police dog would have a hard time pinpointing the exact location of the remaining scent on this fabric.
Qin Jiang furrowed his brows and coldly said, "Just because you can't do something doesn't mean others can't!"