Despair is not to be feared, what is frightening is, our walking bodies dramatically collapsing, never getting a chance to grasp the enemy's throat again.
Feng Huo Lei nodded in gratitude, feeling that Li Fei must have gone mad. Normally, no sane person would ever willingly enter a prison, especially a place that housed serious criminals.
Suddenly, Chen Sheng pushed the door open, holding a bottle of white liquor and two plates of cold dishes, "Feng Huo Lei, perhaps tomorrow, you might leave this place. Have a drink with Young Master Fei."
This was definitely a high-level treatment in the police station; without Li Fei, Feng Huo Lei could never dream of receiving such hospitality in his lifetime.
Li Fei was a bit taken aback, "Mr. Chen, thanks a lot."
"Young Master Fei, why be so formal with me? I actually feel quite guilty about this matter, after all, I wasn't able to help you."
Chen Sheng then pulled up a stool and sat down, downing a cup as the first to take a drink.
