Luo Fei stared at Yan Xiaofeng.
"What are you looking at?"
Facing the somewhat impatient man, Luo Fei remained silent, quietly observing him.
Beside him, Qi Tongwei was diligently taking notes, without saying a word.
In such a silent environment, the two mute individuals made Yan Xiaofeng feel extremely oppressed.
Although he wanted to pretend to be tough-as-nails, he couldn't withstand the two men in front of him acting mysteriously, and his anxiety began to grow.
"What are you here for?"
"Speak up!"
Moments ago, Yan Xiaofeng had seemed confident and in control, but now he was unraveling.
When those other officers had loudly questioned and interrogated him, he hadn't been afraid, knowing he held secrets that would prevent an easy execution.
Yet now, with Luo Fei entering and saying nothing, it felt like a psychological game was afoot.
His gaze felt like it was looking at a dead man.
This unknown fear was steadily eroding his spirit.
