Yin Tao observed the middle-aged man's eyes and saw that he didn't avoid Feng Jing's gaze nor did he make any physical movements. Instead, he was nervous and timid as if he wanted to seek protection.
Feng Jing was not too surprised when he heard what the middle-aged man said. Instead, he asked slowly, "You saw it with your own eyes?"
The uncle shook his head desperately and stuttered, "I don't remember if I saw it clearly. At that time, I thought it was a dummy hand. That blondie probably wanted Sun Peng to examine the goods. He took out a human hand from a black bag and handed it to him."
"I was so scared that I turned around and ran home. I didn't even have time to take the furniture."
Seeing that the middle-aged man was sweating profusely, the police officer beside him handed him a few pieces of tissue.
"Thank you."
The uncle wiped his sweat and heard Feng Jing say coldly, "You should have seen it clearly, right?"
