Luo An, with his keen observational skills, noticed the change in Beren's eyes, smiled, and said:
"Looks like you know something."
Due to several days of confinement and the lingering smells of alcohol, body odor, and vomit on him, Beren's scent was particularly complex. Hearing Luo An's words, Beren frowned slightly, scratched his scalp, and a flurry of dandruff fell as he asked in return:
"What happened to Kevin?"
Kevin?
Luo An exchanged a glance with Chenier and noticed the problem in the other's words. Unperturbed, he asked:
"He's dead."
"What was the cause of death?"
"Mr. Beren, it's our turn to question you."
Luo An lightly tapped on the table, pretending to be annoyed:
"Do you know about this key?"
"I know, but I don't want to tell you."
Beren flashed a grin, revealing a set of somewhat disordered, yellowed teeth:
"Unless you give that beaten-up guy some money and have him drop the lawsuit against me."
"You're too greedy, Mr. Beren."
