Number 8's eyes were staring out, with a ghostly expression, turning over his wristwatch and murmuring.

Looking at him like this, I knew there was a play and hurried to say, "Now, old man, do you believe in our identity? It's really a misunderstanding. Are you going to let us go?"

"Is this really yours?" The eighth is still unbelievable, shaking with his wrist watch.

I was dark-faced and angry and said, "Of course it's ours. As far as I know, this watch is made privately. There are only two pieces in the world, one in Mr. Li Yiyuan's hand and the other in Mr. Thomas's hand!"

"If you don't...