Tang Li tossed the gun back to Wang Peilie, then raised an eyebrow at Lang Jin, the meaning unclear.
Lang Jin forced a smile, but inwardly he was thinking: Was there even a single truthful sentence out of this man's mouth?
Well, there had been some truths. He really was not a screenwriter... He was not merely a screenwriter, either. He was also the director and an actor!
He controlled the entire stage—not just his own side, but the enemy camp as well.
Though where was there any "enemy" or "ally" now? They were all merely puppets on his strings.
Perhaps because he had completed the most crucial shift in thinking, Lang Jin suddenly understood many things.
Before, he had instinctively believed that Pawa and Tang Li stood opposed to each other: criminal and lawman, assassin and target. But thinking about it now, that line of thought was childish enough to make him cry.
Three grenade attacks had ultimately done nothing more than scrape some skin. It did not hurt or itch. An attack like that was far harder to pull off than one that actually killed people—could it have worked without Tacit Understanding? And the subsequent wanted notice and pursuit, seen now, had all been preparation for stirring up trouble in East 824 District, deepening the impression that Pawa and Tang Li were irreconcilable enemies, followed by revenge at all costs—a perfectly reasonable Logical Chain.
As long as one accepted that Pawa and Tang Li were opposed, one would basically reach that conclusion.
Yet the simple truth lay hidden beneath that mistaken conclusion.
They were not enemies. They were "partners"!
The question was, what were this great director and his "partner" trying to accomplish?
From the current situation, this brought no benefit to either Tang Li or Pawa.
Pawa