Xie Baocheng looked down at Li Xingkui, who was dead on the ground, and suddenly laughed loudly, "Damn, heaven has eyes, this old dog actually died, hahaha!"
What the hell? Heaven has eyes?
Zhao Yang slowly stood up, pondered for a moment, and felt that something was fishy. Xie Baocheng seemed to have drunk quite a lot, with his speech noticeably slurred.
Zhao Yang was full of doubts and couldn't help asking, "Xie Baocheng, did you not kill the man?"
"I killed him?" Xie Baocheng was bewildered by Zhao Yang's question. He paused and said, "If it were me, that would have been better!"
"That's your knife, take a good look yourself!" Zhao Yang pointed to the weapon on the ground and said.
Xie Baocheng looked down and also expressed his astonishment, "Eh, how come this knife looks like mine?"
While speaking, Xie Baocheng reached toward his waist. With this search, he was suddenly struck with great horror, and he sobered up a lot!
