"Do I need to make it clearer? You have an undeniable responsibility for the explosion case."
"Please don't slander me." Zhang Zuodong's heart skipped a beat, his face noticeably changed, but he adamantly denied.
He absolutely couldn't admit to such a thing, but it was strange — how did Li Fei know so much? Could Li Fei be a genius?
On second thought, there was another possibility: Li Fei was deliberately trying to trick him, setting a trap. He must not fall for it.
So he pretended to be very angry: "If we really did it, then why hasn't the police arrested us? I could sue you for libel."
"Your acting is so convincing, what a waste not to become a movie star. The police need time to solve cases, but on my end, the efficiency is much higher. They won't resort to harsh interrogation, but I can. They lack supernatural abilities, but I have them."
"What nonsense are you talking about, supernatural abilities? You've watched too much sci-fi."
