Everyone looked at each other, not rushing to make a decision.
Seconds ticked by, and Ma Xulai let out a cold laugh.
"You guys, you're just too timid. I've committed murder in the past, and I can still come back—so what are you afraid of?"
After saying this, Ma Xulai slowly lit a cigarette.
"Do you think these cops don't want to catch me? They dream about it, even ten years ago they did. But why don't they arrest me?"
Hearing Ma Xulai's question, everyone exchanged glances again.
"And why else? It's because they don't have evidence. Even if they arrest me now, at most they'll keep me in the police station for twenty-four hours, then they'll have to let me go."
"That cop girl disguising her identity and following Zhang Xiaowei to get close to me—what's her intention? Isn't it because she lacks evidence to arrest me and is trying to find evidence of my crimes?"
