"I ... Attempted murder?" John looked at brother Jue in disbelief and repeated, me? Deliberately? Murder?" Every time he said a word, he had to raise the tone.
"Yes," Feng bujue's finger was still pointed at John."It's you!"
"Ha ..." John laughed out of anger. This dry laugh was almost squeezed out from the tip of his throat, and it sounded like someone had stepped on his kidney."Okay ... Okay ... Then you can explain to me ... Miller, the 'victim'..." He raised his hands and made a quotation mark."Why did he sneak into my house in the middle of the night and attack me from the back with the murder tools?"
