"I've caught the person and the stolen goods together, yet you still won't admit it?" Chen Yang's brows furrowed as he took two or three steps forward and stomped on the young man on the ground. He then pulled out a capsule of poison that he had cleared out yesterday from his pocket and threw it to Fu Deren.
"You should be quite familiar with this little item," he said.
Fu Deren caught the poison that Chen Yang had thrown over and looked at it, his facial expression extremely unnatural.
As for the poison Chen Yang had thrown out, he was of course very familiar with it.
But still, he would not admit it.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Chen Yang, filled with a bellyful of pent-up rage, saw that Fu Deren stubbornly refused to admit guilt and decided he didn't want to say much more.
