chapter 37 What a great thing

"What does that man look like?" Donald Zhao asked as he took a puff of his cigar.
"Because... the distance was too far, the time was too short, and the man's face was covered in blood, so I didn't see clearly. I only knew it was a man..."
Whoosh!
Upon hearing this, Donald Zhao exhaled heavily and narrowed his eyes slightly. It appeared that something had indeed slipped through the cracks.
"I... I only know so much, please... please let me go, I promise not to tell..."...