They're all boxers, everyone is straightforward.
I've said everything I should, just pass the judgment if you must, I accept it."
"Hmm." Zhang Feng took a sip of tea and said, "Can you describe the specific appearance of that businessman you know?"
"I'll try my best." The drug dealer tilted his chin, tapping the cigarette on the table, "Seeing how cooperative I am, can I have one? Got a headache after getting hit by you last night, need to clear my head."
"Alright." Zhang Feng picked up a cigarette and gave him one.
"Old Zhang." Captain Wang thought for a moment, then stood up and looked at Zhang Feng next to the drug dealer, signaling towards the door with his eyes.
Zhang Feng understood and went out with him.
They walked to a more distant corridor.
"What do you think, Old Zhang?" Captain Wang straightforwardly asked, "Do you think his words are credible? I always feel something is off."
"Be specific." Zhang Feng rubbed the corner of his eye.
