"Speak first, let us hear it, let's see if what you say is right." Han Yi grabbed his collar and dragged him to the center of the warehouse with one hand.
"I... when I took the job, I didn't know the guy at all, never even saw his real face. We only met twice, once to discuss the job, another time for him to pay me. The guy always wore a hat and a high-collared sweater to cover his face completely. He just told me to crash into a car at an intersection—the harder I hit, the more I'd get paid. He also said after the crash, just run; if I couldn't escape, I should negotiate with the victim's family, pay them a bit of money. He said he'd cover the compensation. Later I thought, if I negotiate well with the family, he would pay; if not, I could just spend a few years in jail. Getting out in two or three years is no big deal. I'd still have a lot of money left over, enough to make it worthwhile. So after thinking it through, I agreed. Ten grand, enough for me to live on for a lifetime."
