The Sage Qian gave me, little Malin, some face.
Malin thought this, while looking at Old Man Li, who had just asked for a cigarette. But he found that the old guy had silently extinguished the cigarette, and when Malin looked at him, he gave a knowing look.
No, you old bastard, you know nothing.
Malin glared at the old bastard and walked over to the young man who had just been brought in. This guy tried to jump out the window earlier but was tackled down by detectives using a rugby-style takedown.
Malin crouched down and looked at the young man, who was pinned down by a few burly men.
"You've got guts; you drugged the street cops who came to invite you and even dared to wear their clothes to come here. Seems like you guys are in quite a hurry." Malin didn't expect this guy to speak—his mouth had been tightly gagged with someone's sock by the detectives to avoid certain spell formations that required speaking.
