Chapter 117 Trouble at the Construction Site

• Blake Tico patted Wilbert Windsor on the shoulder, genuinely impressed. “I get it, Old Zhao, I really do! You want to give the credit to all of us. But you paid for this with your life on the line. How could we take that away from you?”
• “I’m telling the truth. Every word is true!” Wilbert Windsor’s face flushed hot with anger. “It was Cyrus Nikolaou. He… and yet not him…” He just couldn’t explain it. He couldn’t say Cyrus had killed anyone.
• Blake Tico sighed. “Old Zhao, say no more. What normal person comes to a construction site to eat? And those bullets in their wounds don’t lie—they’re from your sidearm. Under that kind of pressure you still nailed their vital spots. Old Zhao, damn good job.”