"It's him," June said, pacing back and forth in his room.
"There's no other explanation," he whispered.
"He sounds like him. Although he doesn't speak like him. Lei uses much kinder words," he continued.
"But then again, we had always been in the gang setting when we spoke, so maybe he does speak like that in real life?"
"Oh, who am I kidding? They have the exact same tattoo!" he exclaimed.
"Unless someone else has the same tattoo," he muttered.
"But, when did he learn Korean? As far as I know, he only speaks Chinese."
"But, I don't know him that well to even tell."
"Goodness," June muttered. "Why did he become their manager? And what? He used to work at Phoenix? It all just checks out!"
"It's Laohu. I'm certain."
"But what is he doing? Is he really here to get the briefcase?"
"Well, it's a good thing that it's buried in cement."
June paced back and forth, his mind a mess.
