Meanwhile, inside the interrogation room.
The once pristine floor was smeared with dark red, chaotic bloodstains. The enclosed space was filled with a thick, metallic smell of blood, so strong it felt more like a small slaughterhouse than the interrogation room of the Ministry of State Security.
Wang Guangyao lay on the ground like a dead dog; all his limbs bent at a grotesque ninety degrees. His teeth had been completely knocked out by Lu Yu, scattered across the floor.
His white teeth stood in sharp contrast with the crimson bloodstains under the harsh, white light of the interrogation room.
Wang Guangyao, having screamed so many times, could no longer make a sound. His body trembled as he gasped like a broken bellows, appearing utterly miserable.
Before him, Lu Yu watched Wang Guangyao with interest, his eyes full of mockery and his demeanor unruffled.
