"It was indeed fate; there was hardly anyone passing by."
He paused, "We wore helmets, changed our clothes, and even deliberately altered our voices."
When he saw the gun, he was terrified and immediately said, 'Take the money, don't kill me.'"
At this point, Li Chuang suddenly choked up.
"We were originally going to leave with the money, but Mr. Qi insisted on... throwing him into the fish pond because he was afraid he'd call the police."
"I thought he could swim and hadn't drunk much alcohol, so I agreed."
"We pushed him and his motorcycle into the river, and then we split up and ran away."
"I took fifteen thousand and gave Mr. Qi five thousand."
The interrogation room fell silent, the three people there stunned by the brutal story.
Wan couldn't help but shake his head: "It's ironic, one moment they're drinking happily, the next they're at each other's throats."
"What did you do after getting the money?"
Zhang Yean pursued the question.
