Li Du stared fixedly at him and said, "I have nothing to do with the incident regarding Boll's and York's arrests. You have found the wrong person."
While looking at Li Du pitifully as if burning offerings to the dead, the auctioneer laughed nonchalantly and took off his gloves in a slow methodical manner before throwing them at Li Du's face.
"Do you regret it now? Are you willing to admit defeat now? It's too late Chinese fella, quietly go to prison. Hopefully, you still have both your arms and legs when you come out."
The situation was clear now. The bag of drugs that Li Du had found earlier was thrown in by the auctioneer and people who were in cahoots with him and was purposefully used to frame him to send him to prison.
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