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Still, Neil soon noticed that something was not right.
“Where did you get that blood?” he asked Stan—the man was perfectly fine earlier. Why would he
suddenly start bleeding?!
“Still trying to set me up?! Don’t forget that there were cameras. The footage will prove that you weren’t
bleeding when I ran into you!” he bellowed furiously. “Leave right now, or I’m calling the cops!”
“Call them! I just happened to want to call them too!” Stan stayed on the ground, looking miserable as
ever. “You all heard him—he admitted that he ran me down, and there were cameras. I wasn’t bleeding
at the time, but now I’m bleeding from the mouth and my nose… I think it’s my internal organs.”
“That’s right,” an onlooker said. “Sometimes you get internal injuries from an accident and it won’t show
externally. You should get scanned at the hospital…”
“He refused to take me, and he even claimed that he did not run into me.” Stan pointed a finger at Neil
accusingly. “He refused to admit it, and said that it has nothing to do with him even if I die…”
“But he admitted as much,” someone else added. “He said he ran into you—we all heard it.”
There was even someone kind enough to tell Neil, “You should take him to the hospital. He might really
be hurt, and it’s bad if he keeps lying here in our apartment.”
Neil was shaking with rage, but such was the indignation one would suffer from being set up.
“You’re all blind! He’s clearly framing me, and you’d side with him?! You’re all crazy!” he bellowed,
before wheeling on Stan. “Get out of here or I’ll beat you to a pulp. Believe it!”
Stan shook his head solemnly.
“I really doubt it,” he said with a gleeful smile to provoke Neil. “I don’t think you will.”
Neil’s cheek twitched as he gnashed his teeth, and lunged towards Stan at the next instant, grabbing
him by the neck. “Die, bastard!”
Stan did not move, though he was thinking to himself that Neil was the bigger bastard!
Still, the crowd quickly pulled Neil away when they saw the violence. “Just take him to the hospital. He
might really die!”
“Patience is a virtue.”
“Calm down. You did make a mistake, so just take him to the hospital and everything will be fine.”
“I already did!” Neil cried, almost jumping from sheer indignation. “He’s blackmailing me, can’t you
see?!”
Someone was doubtful, however. “Well, why would he follow you home if you did?’
Neil growled through his teeth. “Because he’s despicable!”
Stan appeared terrified. “Everyone, please call the cops. He wants to strangle me. I’m scared.”
As Neil’s face contorted with rage, everyone in the apartment block hurried off, scared and not willing to
get into trouble.
Some were kind enough to call the cops, worried that someone would die and their property would drop
in value!
Neil violently dragged him by the leg out of the apartment block then. “Trying to blackmail me?! Dream
on!”
The cops happened to arrive on the scene just then and they promptly cuffed Neil when they saw what
happened.
It was a gruesome scene, after all—Stan was covered in blood, and those who did not know would
even think that he had been maimed, not to mention being dragged across the pavement!
…
Stan was once again sent to the hospital.
As he got undressed in his ward, he was complaining, “What are you doing here?”
“What, you prefer someone else?” James asked.
“Of course. Mr. Jeff—”
Stan paused halfway, not daring to say the name, and he instead asked, “Why was I assigned this crap
job?”
“Because you’re such a good actor. I mean, you really looked the part!” James was grinning gleefully.
Stan was speechless.
“Fuck off. Don’t you know how badly chicken blood stinks?! I was going to be sick!”
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