Wu Song didn't say much, but clasped his hands in farewell and took his leave.
Li Huan drove his electric tricycle back to Zishi Street and into the teahouse.
Upon seeing this, Granny Wang hurriedly offered to serve tea and water.
"Captain Wu, the dead cannot be brought back to life, so don't be too sad."
Wu Song took out a ten-tael silver ingot from his pocket and placed it on the table.
"Thank you very much, Godmother Wang, for helping my sister-in-law with my brother's funeral arrangements. Please accept the money."
Granny Wang smiled broadly: "Neighbors should look out for each other. I can't accept the gratitude of Chief Wu coming to express his thanks."
Her words were polite, but her hands were incredibly honest; she grabbed the silver and stuffed it into her sleeve.
Who was the person who gambled with my brother at the teahouse?
Wu Song suddenly asked, his gaze sharp as a knife as he stared at Wang Po.
"That gambler called himself Zhang San, but I don't know his background."
As Wang Po spoke, she poured tea for Wu Song.
Her hands trembled slightly, and her eyes darted around, unable to look Wu Song in the eye.
These subtle reactions did not escape Li Huan's notice.
Based on Wang Po's character, Li Huan was certain that she knew the inside story!
Bang! Li Huan slammed his right palm on the table!
In an instant, the table shattered into pieces and the tea set fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Wu Song was startled, and Wang Po was terrified.
The few customers in the teahouse wisely slipped away.
Li Huan glared at Wang Po and threatened her sharply.
"If you don't tell the truth, I'll smash your dog's head like this table!"
Wang Po was caught off guard by Li Huan's supernatural powers. Her legs trembled violently, and she knelt down with a thud!
"Have mercy, sir! I'll tell you everything..."
Li Huan demanded, "Who exactly is Zhang San?"
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