Everything had its pros and cons; Warehouse's perfunctory handling had its benefits too.
For example, not only had the name remained unchanged, but the body was also in decent condition—not like someone who had been tied up for over forty days.
But even so, untangling all these restraints and then catching up to a middle-aged man who was already some distance away and sprinting for his life was still impossible.
Unless the person in question took the initiative to come closer and delivered himself right to the door.
Yes, one major reason for pouring gasoline onto the fire was to get Tracy's male companion closer.
So Fu Qian had never worried that the man might truly have the nerve to kill. On the contrary, he had worried that he would not.
Even more gratifyingly, the man had revealed early on that he intended to attack the neck, making him even easier to handle.
Of course, the hardest part of all the preparations had actually been freeing his hands without being noticed.
That was why the more worked up the two spectators became, the better.
On one hand, it would keep their attention fully focused on the crisis threatening their reputations. On the other, it would make their actions more uninhibited.
For instance, even before Tracy's male companion rushed over, she had already come close once and delivered the lockpicking tool.
Although the brooch was not quite the right size, it was enough for a master-level lockpicker.
In short, after both sides repeatedly rushed toward each other, the offensive and defensive positions had changed in the blink of an eye.
Shh—
The struggle at his side still had some strength left, but Fu Qian did not immediately lock both arms into a rear naked choke. Instead, he first glanced at a