Song Yongrui was fumbling upstairs to find the "chest". Bai Jingfei hadn't given him much of a description besides it being a chest in his room. Now that Song Yongrui had reached chief Zhao's room he had no clue to begin.
For one, the room had chest after chest, stacked up toward the roof.
Big chests, small chest, fat chests, tall chest… you name it the room had them.
Song Yongrui wasn't at all prepared to deal with this. In his mind he had a total of twenty minutes before chief Zhao awoke, worst case scenario.
Bai Jingfei had told him that the chloroform had different effects on different body sizes and if we were to be discourteous, chief Zhao's body size was 'them all, but in one'. He was so greasy that if you juiced him you would definitely get more oil than from an olive.
The thing to worry about was precisely that. If chief Zhao's body was particularly desensitized, the chloroform would last a maximum of twenty minutes according to his wife.
