With that, Xiao Yu stood up and left.
Old Hu snorted and left too.
Xiao Yu shook his head inwardly. He had thought the man would at least show some anger or something.
How coldhearted.
Did Xiao Yu really need this old man to come forward and identify the evidence of their crimes?
Did he?
The answer was obvious.
He did not need him at all.
With or without him, it made no difference. His testimony would not even count as icing on the cake.
It was entirely dispensable.
But Old Hu seemed to think, "Since my son was threatened, my testimony must be crucial."
On top of that, he thought himself clever for assuming, "My son's hands and feet will recover sooner or later."
So he deliberately refused to cooperate, just to annoy Xiao Yu and cause him trouble.
But he had no idea.
Xiao Yu was simply giving this old bastard a chance-a chance to save his son's "five limbs."
Unfortunately, the man did not care.
This old man did not care about his own son.
Whether his son became a cripple or went to prison or whatever.
His expression earlier alone had made it clear that he did not care much.
He had only shown the bare minimum of anger.
Even a normal person whose pet dog was threatened would certainly be at least somewhat angry.
That was about the level of it.
This old bastard was extremely selfish.
Besides...
When he had heard that his son was alive, he had not shown much excitement either.
It had just been an ordinary degree of "happiness and joy."
There had been none of the feeling of overwhelming joy or grief.
Even when he heard that his son had been saved so he could "rot in prison"...
His reaction