Jin Peng truly deserved his reputation as a big brother who had roamed the underworld for seven or eight years. Putting everything else aside, his eye for things was incredibly sharp.
Just two days after he warned Li Ye, Lu Zixue, whose crotch had only just been washed clean, really did go back on his word and start biting people at random.
Commander Zhou called Li Ye over, his expression complicated. "Li Ye, I'll have to trouble you to make another trip to the embassy. We believe you're innocent too, but they've invited Western reporters, and more than one outlet at that."
"I understand. I'll handle it."
The moment Li Ye heard the words "Western reporters," he knew he could not stay out of this matter.
With the way Commander Zhou and Comrade Wang handled matters, once Western reporters were involved, they would certainly attach great importance to it and place strict demands on those concerned. Whether they soothed people or suppressed them, they would strive to bring the matter to a satisfactory conclusion.
Li Ye had no intention of soothing Lu Zixue. His belly was full of anger with nowhere to vent it! How could he possibly soothe him?
But when Li Ye arrived at the embassy entrance in a huff, he nearly burst out laughing.
Because before Li Ye had even gotten out of the car, he saw Lu Zixue.
Lu Zixue, with a crooked nose, slanted eyes, and a crutch.
Although Jin Peng had said that Lu Zixue had taken a knife to the face, and Li Ye had long been mentally prepared, when he saw those crude stitches on the other man's face, he still could not help wanting to laugh.
"Did some quack stitch up that wound?"
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