After a flurry of activity, the meeting room was finally tidied up.
Bai Mo and Fang Xiaoyu, along with Lu Zhou, Zhang Shan, and others left the meeting room together, walking along the corridor.
It was the first time Lu Zhou and Zhang Shan had witnessed such an interrogation, and their faces remained pale, feeling physically uncomfortable.
"Since we can't extract anything, we'll have to continue with social work methods like videos, WeChat, and phone calls!
"Let's see who exactly has had contact with those dozen thugs, and with that tattoo artist!
"Bai Mo, we're probably not going to make it to the school-organized outing or the graduation photos. Let's wait until after the college entrance examination when we can take pictures again."
Bai Mo nodded, suddenly feeling a bit emotional.
Zhang Shan, in just a few months, had transformed from a boastful high school student into a responsible and capable member of the Immortal Technique Committee. Quite a fast progression!
