An hour later, Wang Guangyao's inner world was teetering on the edge of collapse. His eyes were vacant, lifeless, and he lay quietly on the ground, resembling a corpse.
He was utterly despairing of the scene before him. This enclosed environment, combined with the pervasive stench of blood, was sure to become a shadow in his heart that he would never be able to dispel!
In contrast, Lu Yu appeared completely at ease, with a gleam in his eyes that gave off a vibe of vigor and energy.
In the interrogation room now lay three men who were completely unconscious, along with Wang Guangyao, who was no better than a dead man on the floor. At first glance, it appeared as if Lu Yu were the one conducting the interrogation, rather than being questioned himself.
"Alright!"
At this moment, Lu Yu stood up from the chair in the interrogation room, stretched out lazily, appearing extremely relaxed: "By now, those guys outside are probably exhausted. It's time to open the door and leave."
