"Bandit? Hahaha! I was a bandit to begin with! So what?" Wang Cheng sneered as he looked at me, wearing an expression one might use when looking at a child.
How much time had passed? Less than an hour? That old bandit Wang Cheng had already kidnapped Zhao Qian and Zhao He? Did he want to reclaim his position as mountain king in this day and age?
He truly lived up to his bandit origins. Everything he did was a game played with his life on the line.
I was furious beyond reason. I had thought he was nearly seventy or eighty, and that the things he had done in the past had mostly faded from his memory. Surely he still had some moral bottom line. But he actually refused to play by the rules. If I still didn't lose my temper with him, then I was being far too good-natured.
"Wang Cheng! How old are you? Why are you picking a fight with some young man? You're trying to kill two people just because one of yours died! What kind of arithmetic is that?" Lin Feiyu cursed him out, immediately standing up for me. As a bailiff, he was still a police officer. He had originally intended to use that identity to persuade this old acquaintance, never expecting that after all his persuasion, Wang Cheng had already been plotting this in secret. No wonder he had managed to endure despite his irascible temper.
"Damn you, Lin Feiyu! I advise you not to meddle! So what if you're an official coroner? How old is my son? The two Zhao children combined don't even add up to his age! Killing two of them is already a bargain for the Zhao Family! I've got one foot in the coffin myself. They want