"I took photos of these marks and asked them to examine them. What do you think?"
"After all, once you leave, the scars on the skin would have completely healed."
Hearing this, Li Jian and Mr. Qin's expressions grew increasingly serious.
Mr. Qin frowned slightly and said to Li Xiang, "I must remind you, reporting is possible."
"However, it only works if what you say is recognized by others; otherwise, filing a complaint is pointless."
Upon hearing these words, Li Xiang was suddenly frozen in place, looking surprised.
He never imagined that his threats earlier didn't provoke any reaction from them.
How come?
Do I really have a problem with my eyes?
Are there really scars?"
For a moment, Li Xiang became somewhat unsure of himself.
Then, the interrogation room door creaked open.
Wan walked in holding a camera, ruler, and marker pen.
He first looked at Jiang An, asking, "Shall I take photos of the arm injury?"
Jiang An nodded at him and then pointed to another area:
