As Yuan Heping tried to pull his hand back from Li Huowang, Li's foot stomped down firmly on his wrist, pinning him completely. "Don't, don't, don't!"
Just as the sharp edge of the knife broke the skin on his hand, Li Huowang stopped. Staring intently into Yuan Heping's eyes, he demanded, word by word, "Speak. Who are you!? What are your identities!? What is your purpose!?"
"I... I don't know!" Yuan Heping said, his face a picture of innocence. "A few of us managed to escape from the mental hospital. We were taking advantage of the empty streets at night to find some food."
"Bullshit! Do you think I'd believe such a pathetic lie? Then why did you run!?"
On the verge of tears, Yuan Heping wailed, "You... you chased me with a cleaver like a madman! Who wouldn't run?!"
