"It's a pity that she never told me her name from beginning to end. Over the years, when I've spoken of her, I could only refer to her as 'Master'..."
Xiong Fengshan conveyed these words with sincere expression and vivid detail, making it seem unlikely he was lying.
Lin Yuancheng and Terrell almost believed him as well.
But then...
"Fabricate, go on and fabricate," Huang Donglai dismissed Xiong Fengshan's description indifferently.
This spiel from Xiong Fengshan might fool others, but to someone like Huang Donglai who habitually exaggerated things, often spending days with Sun Yixie, the old swindler, it seemed laughable.
Huang Donglai knew quite well that professional fraudsters like Xiong Fengshan, even at death's door, would barely tell the truth half the time, let alone when Xiong Fengshan, a con artist proficient in verbal tricks and acting, began this self-portraying, pity-inducing whitewashing rant. Could it be trusted?
