Li Siqiang was dizzy from Lin Yi's kick. He struggled for a long time but couldn't stand up.
Lin Yi wasn't in a hurry. The night was long, and he had plenty of time.
Picking up his scalpel and wiping the blood off it, Lin Yi sat back on the sofa. He supported his head with one hand and stared at Li Siqiang without moving.
"Cough, cough, cough…"
Li Siqiang got up from the ground and coughed violently a few times. He even spat out a few mouthfuls of blood as he tried to recover.
"Why don't you call the police? They will arrest me."
Li Siqiang knew that he had lost, but he was not the kind of person who was not afraid of death.
However, out of morality, he did not want to betray Han Renping.
Moreover, he already knew Han Renping's identity. If anything happened, the latter would surely seek him out.
"Do you think that I'm just an ordinary person who can't do anything to you after what you just saw?"
