"Wouldn't you?" Zhou Fei's fingers close around the handcuffs, itching to press a step or two closer, but he stays just where he is with the pistol pressing against his chest. "Dead partner gets you a promotion, most cases."

Though something tells him that Seren didn't get anything like a promotion after his own apparent death of Tritan, especially if Seren's doing grunt work like undercover. Still, Zhou Fei can't help but consider that Seren is standing here as a free man before him, rather than his own growing debt to the Unbroken Circle.

"There's still time, I guess," Zhou Fei replies as he flicks his gaze back down to the pistol. "Time for you to kill me, that is. Not for you to stick around."

Or maybe Seren should stay around. In a more permanent nature. Zhou Fei fingers the handcuffs again, considering his options.