Song Xincai's acting skills were such a waste not to be utilized on stage; he was so convincing with tears streaming down his face that even the officers were bewildered.
"Look at me," Song Xincai continued, "both my hands and feet are still tied up, along with the subordinate workers I brought to help. We thought we had them outnumbered and could stop their despicable act of destroying the tombs, but we were outmatched."
"I'm a down-to-earth and honest businessman, and my subordinates are just some sincere and hardworking laborers. How could we be a match for these street thugs in bravery and fierceness?"
"Thugs?"
The officer from the provincial city frowned as he turned to look at Lin Ze and the others.
Lin Ze's group indeed looked like street hooligans, with inevitable scars and tattoos on their bodies; they didn't look like the good guys at first glance.
