Outside Beijing's southern suburbs, at an unnamed cemetery, Lin knelt before a nameless tombstone. With an emotionless expression, he set the yellow paper in his hand alight and placed it in the brazier.,"Old Mister Xia, don't run anymore. Cooperate with us, and we'll give you a quick death." The leading man brandished his gleaming dagger coldly.,His hands seemed to hold rivers of stars, each one a brilliant speck flying out, cutting across the night sky and striking these people.。