Li Huowang gripped the kitchen knife in his hand tightly, staring deathly at the crew-cut man with glasses in the distance.
Although they had only met briefly, Li Huowang was able to recognize him immediately: this guy was the mentally ill patient in his group when he was at Kangning Hospital, and if Li Huowang remembered correctly, his name was Yuan Heping!
"It's you? So you've been with them all along!" Li Huowang, breathing heavily, took a step forward with the knife in hand.
Watching the shiny blade in Li Huowang's hand, and the dark muzzle of the gun in Qing Wanglai's grasp, Yuan Heping swallowed hard. "Don't, don't be nervous, killing people means paying with your life, we haven't done anything!"
Qing Wanglai moved to Li Huowang's side and pressed his hand on the knife, pushing it down. "The person is already blocked, there's no need for a knife."
At that moment, Qian Fu and Chen Hongyu came over with a skipping rope and tied up the hands of the two of them for starters.
