"People involved..."
Ye Chen frowned and thought for a moment, as if recalling something.
"Qian Xuexin!"
At the Southeast City Bureau, in an interrogation room, Qian Xuexin was handcuffed to a chair, looking ashen-faced.
He knew he was doomed this time — human trafficking, forcing women into prostitution, and not just a few. All these crimes combined meant he was definitely dead.
Even if by some stroke of luck he wasn't sentenced to death, he wouldn't survive.
Over the years, he knew every detail of who came and did what at his place. Letting him live wouldn't guarantee avoiding trouble.
After all, in their eyes, only the mouths of the dead are truly shut.
"Click."
As Qian Xuexin was lost in thought, the interrogation room door opened.
Wang Yumin and Ye Chen, whose face was cold, entered, followed by an elderly man dressed plainly.
