Unable to bear it any longer, Yang Xiao directly pushed the door open and went inside. The person being interrogated froze momentarily upon seeing Yang Xiao, and his face instantly turned from cloudy to clear. Everyone now knew that he was a disciple of Dean Sheng, and more importantly, a leader at the Patrol Defense Office.
"Oh, it's Mr. Yang, what brings you to a place like this? It's dirty here, don't let it sully your vision." The person in charge of the interrogation was sharp-eyed and immediately had someone bring a chair for Yang Xiao, with a blanket draped over it.
"How long have you been interrogating?" Yang Xiao took the teacup, didn't drink, just rinsed his mouth and casually spat it out, his expression calm and indifferent.
Upon hearing this, the interrogator's face turned a bit awkward, whispering, "It's been almost a whole day, but these guys are like dead ducks, stubborn to the bone, simply refusing to confess."
