Fatty Wang complained, "Master, don't even bring it up. I just got back from the States last night and haven't had a chance to get some real rest. The new boss at the Treasure Appreciation Studio called, said the cops showed up and found antiques sold by tomb robbers in the shop, told me to get my ass over there and handle it.
Soon as I set foot in the studio, that bastard bolted like a rabbit.
Then Hong Qi walks out the back and grabs me in one go.
I wasn't planning on selling you out at all, but Hong Qi slapped me straight to the ground, told me I wasn't qualified, and made me bring out the real murderer of Han the Sixth.
Of course I stuck to my guns—how could I rat you out, boss?
Then he started shaking that damn bell and summoned a zombie.
Soon as that thing showed up, I nearly pissed myself. Dying's fine, but I was scared shitless I'd turn into a zombie and screw up the whole neighborhood.
So that's when I called you. The rest, you already know!"
