Li Huowang gripped the kitchen knife, glaring at the distant man with slicked-back hair and glasses.
Although they had only met once, Li Huowang recognized him immediately. This was the same psychiatric patient from his group back at Kangning Hospital. If Li Huowang remembered correctly, the man's name was Yuan Heping.
"It's you? So you've been one of them all along!" Li Huowang panted, taking a step forward with the knife.
Staring at the gleaming blade in Li Huowang's hand and the dark muzzle of the gun in Qing Wanglai's, Yuan Heping swallowed hard. "Don't—don't be nervous. You'll pay with your life for murder! We haven't done anything!"
Qing Wanglai moved to Li Huowang's side and pressed a hand on the knife, pushing it down. "We've got him cornered. No need for a knife."
Just then, Qian Fu and Chen Hongyu came over with a skipping rope and quickly tied the two men's hands.
