The fat man's name is Zhou Laifu, and according to him, he runs a factory in Monkey Country. He's made quite a bit of money and wants to dabble in antiques.
Yang Chen expressed skepticism about this.
If it weren't for discovering his real name, Yang Chen wouldn't even believe the punctuation he uses.
In the interrogation room.
Zhou Laifu's face was lit by a glaring desk lamp, causing the fat man's face to glisten with oil, and sweat poured down like rain.
"Will you talk?" Yang Chen leaned back in his chair, asking casually.
Sweat trickled into Zhou Laifu's eyes, causing him to blink repeatedly from the irritation.
"I... I already told the truth! Even if I've done something wrong, you shouldn't be interrogating me, right? I demand to see my lawyer!" Zhou Laifu remained defiant.
Yang Chen sighed and said to Zhou Laifu, "It seems you haven't grasped the situation. You're crying only when you see the coffin, huh?"
After speaking, Yang Chen gestured with his hand.
