Grandpa disappeared mysteriously, leaving behind only a shabby pawn shop and five million in loan sharks.
The collection brother led a dozen big men to block the door and threatened to chop off one of my hands to pay off the debt if he couldn't get the money back.
At the critical moment of life and death, I put on the incomplete monocle left by my grandfather.
As a result, not only did I see that the antique he used to pay off the debt was a fake made just last week, but what was even more terrifying was... I looked at the top-quality blood jade finger on his thumb, and the lens actually played back the entire process of him pouring a person into cement and sinking his body at the bottom of the river five years ago!
I smiled, pulled out the knife and stuck it on the table: "Brother, the blood on your finger is not clean yet. You don't want the police to know about the case at the bottom of the river five years ago, right?"
From that day on, there was one less low-level apprentice in the antique world, and there was one more desperate court official who frightened the evil forces in the city.
If you make a mistake, I will pick it up; if you hide it, I will judge it!
