Zhang Fenglin, as the deputy director of the prosecution office, usually lived a pampered life, with extremely fragile health. How could he withstand Lu Yu's brutal methods? The moment he was slammed to the ground, Zhang Fenglin felt as if his bones were falling apart, the pain was so intense that he found it difficult to stand again!
Seeing Zhang Fenglin writhing in pain on the ground, a cold glint flashed in Lu Yu's eyes. He slowly approached Zhang Fenglin, bent over, and grabbed Zhang Fenglin's collar with his hand, lifting him like a small chicken and placing him on the desk.
"Now tell me."
Looking at Zhang Fenglin lying on the desk, Lu Yu casually picked up a Parker pen from the pen holder. He toyed with the pen while watching Zhang Fenglin in front of him, and said, "Who's the boss behind it all?"
In his words, Lu Yu's voice was light and indifferent, revealing a hint of coldness, with no emotional fluctuations, full of detachment.
"I, I don't know..."
