"It's not about that, I'll explain later. What I want to know is where the blood on your clothes came from." Zhang Ze pointed with his free hand at the robe and sleeves of Li.
There, bloodstains had turned black.
Li, "This? I got it on me yesterday, forgot to clean it."
Zhang Ze, "What were you up to? Killing chickens or killing people? Need me to help you dispose of the body?"
Li, "Hell no, I got it while playing chess."
Zhang Ze, "Playing chess?"
Li nodded, "Yesterday I went to the chess room for a game and met a girly man who had issues. He said I didn't place my captured pieces in the lid as per the rules and wanted to count that as my loss."
"And then?" Zhang Ze asked, "You stabbed him and killed him?"
"How could I? I'm not that hot-headed or bloodthirsty," Li coldly snorted while stroking his beard.
"Then you?" Zhang Ze stared at the blood on his master's clothes.
"I just gave a minor punishment, merely tapped his head lightly with the chessboard."
Zhang Ze, "..."
