The thin black figure immediately broke down in panic, speaking frantically in English, his native language, and Chinese, insisting that they were not spies, definitely not spies. They were the sons of tribal leaders in some Black Country, here to study abroad, not spies!
Jumbled words, incoherent sounds, chaotic babbling, he was so flustered that he even foamed at the mouth, but the meaning of his words was clear to everyone.
Liu Zhizhong pointed the gun straight at his forehead, causing the man to raise his hands and squat down.
Liu Zhizhong coldly said, "If I say you're a spy, then you're a damn spy, got it?"
"Got it, got it, I understand, I understand..." The thin black figure squatted on the ground, nodding frantically, his eyes nearly popping out.
"And you?" Liu Zhizhong shouted at the fat black figure.
