After meticulously counting the money, the noodle shop owner had taken over half an hour.
"Guest, no problem. I've accepted the money, and with that, our previous matters are settled." He grinned broadly, his wrinkles filled with layers of grease that seemed impossible to wash off. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to eat something?"
"No need." Zhang Jiunian stood up and strode out the door.
Fights in prison were common, but to actually kill someone was rather unusual. Although several key troublemakers had been interrogated, it was eventually deemed an accident. It was a pity that the prisoner who died was supposed to be released next month. Now he couldn't even save his own life.
Paying five hundred thousand for a life; the deal was too good.
"Director Zhang, Mr. Zhou had called you earlier," his secretary reported as Zhang Jiunian walked in.
