What?!
Lawrence Winters thought he might have read it wrong, hurriedly blinked his eyes, and even rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand before opening the crumpled paper under the long restroom light again.
It was still the same sentence: "Those who repeatedly act unjustly will inevitably perish."
Moreover, the text was printed, in standard Song font, so there was no way to discern any handwriting or style.
What does Mrs. Zhu mean by this?
She mysteriously handed him a crumpled paper, he had thought it was a clue...
Turns out he was overthinking it.
Lawrence Winters unfolded the paper with some irritation, re-folded it into a small square card, and put it back into his pocket.
Though he didn't understand Mrs. Zhu's intentions, it didn't matter for now.
After all, no one would want to stir up trouble over a piece of paper.
It's far too easy to "destroy the evidence."
A simple pinch would crumble it, a splash of water would soak it, a bit of fire would eliminate it.
