A crunching sound of footsteps in the snow came from outside, followed by knocking and hushed voices.
"Fatty, open the door, it's me."
"Oh my, who's lying here?"
"Damn fat woman, exactly where she shouldn't be, lying here."
With a "thud," a falling sound was followed by Skinny's cursing.
Fatty opened the door.
Fatty said, "Leave no traces, let her freeze to death."
Skinny let out a chilling laugh under the moonlight, always saying Fatty wasn't ruthless enough. Today, Skinny finally showed his brutality.
Dead, Mrs. Jiang was better than alive—after all, dead people can't speak.
"Why did it take you so long? Did the letter get delivered?" Fatty asked expectantly.
Skinny rubbed his hands and exhaled, saying, "Delivered. I was afraid that kid might trick us, so I climbed the big tree at the Nie family's gate to observe for a while. Madam Nie was crying as she gathered the silver."
