Hen Luo was brought into the interrogation room.
He glared at the police officer opposite him, not uttering a word.
Lei Xue smiled and said, "You can remain silent, but the chain of evidence implicating you in Lian Yingya's murder is quite complete. Your silence won't earn you any favors."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Hen Luo said stubbornly.
He was a veteran criminal. Having lived for thirty years, he'd spent twenty of them dealing with people in uniform. He'd long since learned how to handle them and knew what to say to get the shortest possible sentence. If his superiors told him to be silent, he was silent. If they told him to talk more, he talked more. He only worked for money. If the pay was good enough, he'd even risk his life. He had a wife and kids. Perhaps if a bastard like him were gone, they could live happier lives.
