Chen Hao stroked his chin and looked at the middle-aged man with narrowed eyes, a smile that was not quite a smile on his face, "Do you think I should leave you a complete corpse?"
Chen Hao's voice was very calm, without any particular emphasis, as if he was just chatting with someone normally.
Yet, to the middle-aged man's ears, those words brought him out of the shock of Ali's death in an instant, making his face turn pale and his eyes fill with horror and unease.
"Brother, please, don't be rash!" the middle-aged man blurted out hastily, "Impulsiveness is the devil, and murder is against the law!"
A line immediately formed on Chen Hao's forehead, and he said with a curl of his lip, "Someone like you talks about the law? Why don't you make a call to the police now and see if they arrest you or me?"
Chen Hao was flabbergasted; a drug dealer actually telling someone that "murder is against the law." Was this some kind of joke?
