Yao Dazhuang looked at Bao Gucheng in terror.
The man wore a dark green uniform trench coat, broad-shouldered and straight-backed, exuding an aura of asceticism and ruthlessness, like a deity walking out from Hell.
"Who... who are you, why... why are you arresting me... Even with Brother Cao dead, you won’t let this go, are you devils..."
Yao Dazhuang stammered. Thinking that this man was the leader, he wanted to take a gamble; maybe he could argue his way to a slim chance of survival.
The man’s pitch-black pupils were soaked with endless coldness: "Devils? Perhaps you haven’t seen what a real devil is."
A cold leather boot kicked over an iron chair.
It landed directly on Yao Dazhuang’s head and crushed down!
The overwhelming agony made Yao Dazhuang grimace in pain, letting out a "huh huh" of suffering, his features twisted together.
He had gambled wrong...
This man is so cruel!
He allows no questioning!
On the other side, Chen Long was retrieving data, reciting word for word like an emotionless robot: "Everything you are saying now will be used as evidence in court, and must not contain any falsehoods! First question, was it you who instructed Cao Pengfei to hire the quarry truck that fled after colliding with two cars on Qingcheng Mountain the other day?"
With great difficulty, Yao Dazhuang rasped out: "No... it wasn’t..."
However, when Chen Long threw the transaction receipts at his face.
These devils are terrifying; they even managed to uncover such secretive matters? He had clearly diverted through several virtual accounts, and it was Brother Cao who mediated with those kinds of connections, yet they still discovered it?
But upon thinking of Cao Pengfei now being a corpse...
Yao Dazhuang shivered in fear!
He changed his statement in panic: "Yes, yes."
Chen Long: "Second question, who instructed you to stage the car accident, attempting to murder our lord?"
The evidence from the female spy was finally about to be unveiled, and Chen Long held his breath, waiting to document it.
But Yao Dazhuang was stunned for a moment: "Wronged! I didn’t want to harm you, I don’t even know you! I just, just wanted to teach Zuzi a lesson..."
This time it was Chen Long’s turn to be stunned: "..."
What? Zuzi is not the perpetrator but actually the victim?
The pressure of Bao Gucheng’s boot on Yao Dazhuang’s skull increased as soon as the words "Zuzi" were mentioned: "Just you? Teaching her a lesson?"
The sound of his skull dragging on the ground produced an unpleasant grinding noise.
Snapping out of his shock, Chen Long quickly intervened: "Mr. Bo, this guy may appear heavy, but he’s actually weak and can’t take much. Don’t let him die under your foot and dirty your shoe."
Mr. Bo is using tactics for harshly interrogating enemy captives.
How can someone as weak and fragile as Yao Dazhuang withstand this?
Bao Gucheng’s eyes were icy and aloof, his boot unmoved, his voice like ice: "Who commanded you to cause the accident and attack her? Speak!"
Yao Dazhuang inadvertently blurted out that he had hired a thug to kill Zuzi, and now he was nearly sick with regret.
Even though Bao Gucheng’s foot was splitting his head with pain, he stubbornly withheld Zhuzhu’s name: "No, no one, it was just my moment of folly, I was wrong, and she didn’t die. Please, spare me!"
Bao Gucheng’s voice chilled further: "Do you really think I’m the kind of person who shows leniency?"
Yao Dazhuang: "But, but truly no one instructed me..."
He couldn’t betray his Zhuzhu!
Bao Gucheng’s gaze swept over his evasive eyes sharply: "My patience is limited."
Yao Dazhuang’s heart pounded fiercely.
Silently pondering how he could persuade this ruthless man to let him go.
A sharp pain shot through his arm.
Bao Gucheng raised his leg to hook Yao Dazhuang’s arm and, with a swift motion, dislocated it!