In the cold, damp Hutong, the dim lights of a hot pot restaurant's kitchen faintly illuminated several rats foraging in the trash cans outside the window.
On the ground, Xiao Hai knelt with his back perfectly straight. Facing Ren Ye, he showed none of his viciousness or ferocity, looking just like a devout Buddhist.
"Brother, I was the one who told Wang Dong that middle-aged man had drawn a black Luck Box. Yes, I'm a bastard, I'm shameless, I just wanted to suck up to him." Xiao Hai replied with a miserable expression, "Wang Dong killed him. I only put the body in the bag. But Wang Dong secretly took that black rare item in the end. I don't know what it does. I only heard that middle-aged man say once that it could swap... during the final showdown. Brother, that's all I know. Wang Dong's crafty as hell. He has the most chips, and he's guarding against us making trouble at the end, too."
He was gradually breaking down, his mind filled with the sight of Ren Ye chopping off his leg, so by now he was holding nothing back.
Standing beneath the light, Ren Ye suddenly raised his eyebrows, his voice icy. "Still lying?! You think you're the only person I questioned, huh? What you said doesn't match at all. Even now, you still think Wang Dong can save you?"
Xiao Hai froze, then immediately turned deathly pale. "Brother, I swear on that light! If I'm lying, may every urn in my family's ancestral grave explode at once!"
"...!"
Ren Ye had been watching every change in his expression. One glance was enough to tell him the man was indeed telling the truth.
At this point, the job he had to do for Old Liu tonight was complete.