The iron sheet had been rusted for who knows how many years, and was duller than wood, and only slightly better than my own teeth. I had my back to Yi Dazhuang, and because I couldn't see the exact position of the cable tie in his hand, I was sweating profusely while cutting, but it didn't work very well.
"Brother Feng, this is not a solution. What if someone comes in from outside while we're halfway through cutting?" Yi Dazhuang didn't know where I cut him, and he hissed and gasped.
"It's a death situation either way, so I can only take a chance." My fingers were sweating and they stuck to the iron sheet, making it slippery.
I don't know how long I kept sawing back and forth, when suddenly I heard footsteps outside the door. I stopped immediately and stuffed the iron sheet behind Yi Dazhuang.
The middle-aged man came over with my mobile phone, and the vibrating screen showed an incoming call from "brother".
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