"Brother Li, I've told you everything I know."
The wise man knows when to yield.
The suspect Haui, caught "red-handed," ultimately chose to come clean, convinced it wasn't that big of a deal.
Spilling paint?
Such a gentle tactic.
Not murder or arson.
"Brother Li, I was just helping out."
He forced a smile, his eyes cold, staring at Fu Zili, hinting it was time for the man to keep his promise.
Fu Zili had clearly said earlier that once the confusion was resolved, he would leave.
But Haui forgot.
What impression does he hold of the man?
Sly and treacherous!
Can you really take a sly person's words seriously?
"Brother Haui, rest a bit longer."
Fu Zili nodded, ignoring Haui's changing expression, put down his legs, stood up, opened the door, and walked out, leaving his two henchmen by the bedside like grim reapers.
Truly inhumane.
At least leave some room for the man to dress.
Outside.
