Liu Mang slammed Li Qiu hard, jolting him awake before demanding vehemently, "I'll ask you one more time, who paid you to set us up at the Si Ming Pharmacy?"
Li Qiu stammered, "No, no one. We just got greedy, thought we could swindle some money."
Liu Mang laughed, a fierce smile curling at the corner of his mouth, "Won't talk, huh? Well then, we've got something to play with."
Wang Zhiliang leaned in, "Liu Mang, how did you know that someone paid them off?"
Liu Mang pulled out two bank cards he had just acquired, "These two cards are identical, even the numbers are sequential, and each has a hundred thousand inside—both of them had one. Could this really be a coincidence?"
Even the slow-witted Wang Zhiliang understood, pointing at Li Qiu he shouted furiously, "Spit it out, you bastard, who paid you off?"
Zhang Shuai rolled up his sleeves and charged over, "You're not talking, huh? Want me to beat it out of you?"
