"Sparrow Game's leader wrote an article to Lan Er just this morning. He clearly wants to meet. Even the date and time is explicitly given," Xie San remarked.
"The cat is throwing food to the mouse," Xiao Feng said. "Still, we expended a fair amount of effort and were able to locate the owner of the mine in Chengdu. He's still alive. Now, the mouse can also throw food to the cat, enticing it to appear at wherever the mouse wants it to appear."
"So, what you're trying to say is, we beat them at their own game by giving them a banquet and arresting the suspect in one fell swoop? What if we catch a scapegoat instead?" A crackling sound was produced when Hu Cheng held up his tobacco pipe and smoked from it. His sharp, falcon-like gaze twinkled in radiance.
