The old man instantly stiffened, his eyes darting about, not daring to move.
Fang Che said grimly, "Old man, do you remember your wallet now?"
The old man shook all over, suddenly exclaiming in surprise, "There's a wallet under this table, I don't know if it's yours? I was so busy earlier, I didn't even notice."
Feng Xiangdong hurriedly bent down to look, and saw a wallet under the table. Its gold thread was intricately woven and quite grand, exactly his wallet.
He quickly picked it up, opened it, and saw that nothing was missing—silver notes, golden bills, gold leaf, and even Feng Shenren were all there.
He exclaimed in surprise, "Found it, it's mine, nothing is missing inside."
The old man's face was full of pleading, his weathered face showing appeasement: "Officer... now the wallet is found..."
Fang Che pressed his sword against the old man's neck, said coolly, "Boss, I know the wallet has been found. I can see with my eyes. But I want to tell you something."
