Inside the house, 6:55p.m.
"This has stopped being fun any longer. I had thought that you would beg me more for each other's lives but it seems that maybe I am not scary enough for you to take me so seriously yet. Maybe it's time to up the ante. What do you think Jia Li?" he asked her, interrupting Tang who had been trying to utter Fu's name enough number of times to ensure that it could be heard on the phone in Jia Li's hands.
Fu brought out a sharp knife from his pocket and walked towards Jia Li with a delirious grin on his face.
Tang started struggling against his bonds frantically when he saw the knife. All calmness fled from his demeanour.
"What do you think you are doing, Fu? She hasn't said or done anything to you. Why don't you come here. We'll see whether your knife is sharp enough or my skin tougher?" he goaded Fu.
Fu paused in his step and looked at Tang with speculation in his eyes.