"Zhao, are you alright?" Liu Xueshan stared at Zhao Yu as if he were looking at a ghost. "The eyewitness said that Yang Wentao went west, but now you want to search east? Isn’t that doing things the opposite way? What are you thinking?"
But Zhao Yu insisted on his epiphany and said seriously, "Yang Wentao is full of tricks. Isn’t is possible that he tricked people into believing that he went west?"
"Oh my…" Liu Xueshan shook his head in disbelief. "Zhao, are you writing novels? Yang Wentao is neither in the special forces, nor Bear Grylls in "Man Vs. Wild," he’s only a small clerk, a wanted man. He’s already having problems surviving, why would he still bother tricking us?"