He Luo's face turned ashen.
He had forgotten the dirty tricks of the wealthy.
Death was the lightest punishment. It was living in a state worse than death that was truly terrifying.
Fear filled He Luo's eyes.
"Captain Li, please help me."
"The only one who can help you is yourself. Make up your mind, and everything else will be easy."
He Luo's voice trembled, "I, I'll talk."
Lei Xue called the other colleagues in, starting a new round of interrogation.
Lian Yingting sat in the director's office, watching the progress of the interrogation.
The more he listened, the more his scalp tingled.
Seeing him like this, the director said sympathetically, "You should go back first. We'll let you know once we find anything."
Lian Yingting shook his head, "I need to hear it all."
The director had no choice but to continue listening with him.
It was a cold early spring, yet Lian Yingting was sweating profusely.
He didn't know how he had gotten out of there.
