Chapter 12. Drawing Swords and Aimed Bows (New Book Seeking Readers and Favorites)
[How did this guy get smart all of a sudden?
How the hell did he figure all that out?]
Moore’s expression turned a bit ugly, but he quickly sorted out his thoughts, calmed down, and looked at Chen Che with a cold sneer.
"So what? What does that even prove? Just because I recommended you go to a casino, now I’m the one framing you?"
"Don’t you think it’s all a bit too much of a coincidence? You recommend Tasting’s casino, I lose money, I meet Young Master Chen at the casino—he cancels my gambling debt and gives me a bit of cash.
Then, the boss’s arms shipment gets hit by some mysterious group.
You dump all the blame on me.
The boss comes back furious, nearly strangles me to death.
Good thing I didn’t die; if I did, wouldn’t the whole chain of evidence come full circle?
And you, the real traitor, just get to walk away..."
"If that’s not a setup, what the hell is?"
Moore started to change the subject, staring right at Chen Che as he said, "All this is just your side of the story. What really happened at the casino, what you did or said to that Young Master Chen—only you know. All we hear is from your own mouth.