"Speak, who sent you?"
In the cramped interrogation room, there was only the cold and bleak white light. The wolfish-looking police officer stared fiercely at Xiao Mo. Xiao Mo had a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, her pale face carrying a calm smile, refusing to say a single word.
The police officer was ready to use force again, but suddenly a bell rang, and he quickly got up to open the door.
A middle-aged woman, dressed in a beige trench coat with a wealthy appearance, appeared at the door. The officer bowed to her, looking terrified.
"Hello, Madam!"
"How is the interrogation going?"
"Madam, this woman is very tight-lipped. We've used three sets of torture devices on her, yet she refuses to say anything. I think we might need to be more ruthless..."
"I understand, you can leave now. I'll talk to her alone."
