"Looks like you won't stop until you're dead, huh?"
This woman was too reckless; he needed to make a quick decision.
Luo Qinghe, probably not yet recovered from his injuries, spoke breathlessly, "I took a stabbing for nothing and can't even call the police; I must get some interest." He said, "Tonight at nine, Fusheng Inn, don't be absent."
Jiang Zhi returned to the hospital room with the stack of photos.
"What is this?"
He showed the photos to Zhou Xufang, "Luo Qinghe had someone send them over."
Zhou Xufang recognized them instantly, "These are from Luo Changde's dash cam."
No wonder Luo Qinghe called her a monster; even the dash cam captured it.
If this thing got out, there would be three troublesome issues: she was professional errand runner Z, her strength was extraordinary, and she was the last suspect at the scene of Luo Changde's plunge into the river.
"Jiang Zhi, I've caused trouble."
