Mo Mao. Inside the sawmill.
That night, Fan Liping personally guarded Ding Yuwei, staying up the entire night.
He didn't trust anyone else, only himself.
Ding Yuwei hadn't rested all night, and neither had he. He hadn't closed his eyes once.
The two of them had argued the night before, an argument that ended with Ding Yuwei's silence.
Fan Liping had sat back down, seething in frustration for a long time.
Unable to let it go, he'd stormed back over to argue with Ding Yuwei, laying out his reasoning and insisting his method was better.
He said that no matter how good the animals were, they were still ultimately used by people.
And since people's ability to execute plans varied, there would always be loopholes.
He also argued that if they pushed the drug traffickers too far, they would deliberately hunt and kill the police dogs and birds.
He said that the human heart was impossible to predict and that one should never underestimate a person's capacity for evil.
