Old Liu slowly lowered his gun while crying and Old Wang comforted him. "Don't be afraid. One shot to the head and everything will be finished."

"It's just you who’d be finished!" Old Liu protested. "The blood and brain matter would splatter all over me. I’d have so much trauma. I still need to shoot myself too."

"Aiya, who can you blame for your bad luck!"

"Gentleman, gentleman!" Deputy chief Yan asked, "Do we have to solve the problem with death? I want to ask something. How much do you still have to pay for the surgery?"

"Two hundred thousand!"

"Three hundred thousand!"

"That's half a million then. I'll go back and communicate with the hospital. We’ll get the hospital to subsidize half. That’s 250,000! The 250,000 is then divided into two halves. The police will donate half of that to you and then the rest would be afforded by...