Zheng Ergou trembled, pointing across, "Chuanzi, do you feel that... behind the window... there's... someone?"
"Boom!" All of a sudden, it felt like Chuanzi's entire scalp was about to explode. Zheng Dazhi had a gun, and in the entire police station, only three people were qualified to carry guns, and he was one of them. If they were discovered by him, getting shot without a chance to explain would be the end of it.
Chuanzi's Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed and steadied himself, and turned to look. It was pitch-black; there were no doors or windows to be seen. The light coming from who-knows-where showed nothing but large snowflakes—there was nothing to see!
Having calmed down, Chuanzi saw Zheng Ergou still shivering and felt even more contempt for him, and the thought of killing him to take the five million for himself swelled even more.
