He stroked his chin thoughtfully and said, "I agree with this point as well."
"After all, the effects of force are mutual, and when a person is on the brink of death, facing immense danger, they will certainly put up the fiercest resistance."
Jiang An continued, "Normally, stepping on plant stems with your foot won't leave a mark."
"However, if the body twists, the sole might leave green plant juices."
As he spoke, he lifted his left foot, pointing at the sole with his finger.
"Look at the sole of my foot, it's all from my research!"
"This is truly making something out of nothing—finding evidence even when there seems to be none."
Wan widened his eyes, leaned in close to inspect Jiang An's sole, and exclaimed with admiration, "Tsk, tsk."
Standing beside them, Mr. Fu listened and nodded with admiration.
"It's never about the lack of evidence, but rather about not having the eyes to find it."
