If it weren't for what just happened, Qian Cangyi's words might have been a joke to them. But there was no "if", and the little finger and ring finger were still lying on the floor. They could see them anytime they looked down.
"You stay here for now. We'll pick you up tomorrow."
In the end, the five of them chose to compromise. Eight people broke into the Pusha Village Police Station on a moonless and windy night. Not only did they fail to teach those who needed a lesson a lesson, but they also lost three comrades, one of whom paid the price of losing two knuckles.
The seven left Pusha Village Police Station like homeless dogs.
Qian Cangyi walked up to the remaining person, "What's your name?"
"Peng...Peng Fubao."
"Who told you to come here?" Qian Cangyi's voice was calm, but for the one being questioned, this question was not simple at all. The decision to betray his boss or spare himself the skin and flesh pain lay in this answer.
