The Effort Was Too Much
Shi Boxue, the team leader, had personally witnessed Li Bai's outrageous methods and wished he could rush over and snatch the phone away.
Damn it, who would've thought you'd even refuse to let the Canadian police off the hook, you demon!
Even ordering takeout meant having the Royal Canadian Mounted Police personally deliver it to the door. To Chinese people, this was the kind of thing no one would believe even if you told them.
And then that young Mountie had conveniently shot a vicious Wizard to death. Most of the people at Three Rivers Pavilion who received the news would probably vomit up a mouthful of old blood.
Back in China, Li Bai was even an honored guest of the local Public Security System.
Could this guy really be that popular with the police?
Seeing that the phone screen in front of him already had 911 entered and only needed one tap to dial, Yang Xin shuddered, refocused his gaze, and firmly shook his head. "You can forget about it!"
No one knew whether that "You can forget about it" meant that he thought he had seen through Li Bai's "clumsy trap," or whether he thought all these messy interrogation methods were futile. In any case, he had no money to give and only one worthless life to lose.
He was a typical case of having dealt with money too much: he wanted money, not his life.
To some extent, his obsession with money and his firm will were surprisingly similar.
Destroying such an obsession would probably require more than just physical beatings.
Having steeled his heart, Yang Xin made up his mind. Even if he were beaten to death and the money in the transferred accounts rotted away in the bank, benefiting the