Li Moyang poured Chen Ke another glass of wine and pushed the glass in front of him.
Chen Ke picked up the glass and looked at Li Moyang before taking a sip.
"That's right; that's how it should be," Li Moyang said with a smile.
"It seems that you are well-informed about my affairs, so why don't we get straight to the point?" Chen Ke set down his glass, the crimson liquid swirling inside.
"I don't mind telling you first about the backgrounds of the four people who died by your hand before. It's good for you to understand where you really stand," Li Moyang declared.
He leaned back in his chair and picked up a kraft paper envelope from a nearby seat, placing it on the small board and sliding it across to Chen Ke.
Chen Ke opened the envelope; inside were four photographs, each showing a different person—or rather, a corpse…
The first photograph showed someone who had died from a fall, covered with a white cloth by the county police.
