In the spacious living room, three cups of hot tea on the coffee table steamed with mist.
Lou Duan sat on the sofa, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the faces of the two Prison Chiefs opposite him.
This scene felt familiar, the same spots, the same two Prison Chiefs, only the previous two are now one who committed suicide out of guilt, another who fled out of fear.
"So, the explosion has nothing to do with you two?"
Lou Duan picked up the teacup, the steam blurred his cold glasses.
"Station Chief Lou, please see clearly, this indeed has nothing to do with us..."
The Prison Chief on the left nodded heavily, the fat on his face quivering:
"But Feng Mu will definitely take advantage of it to frame us! That's why we came to you late at night, begging Station Chief Lou to make the decision for us!"
The Prison Chief on the right quickly chimed in:
"That's right, Zhao Xing and Zhou Hu were taken down by Feng Mu using despicable means, framed and falsely accused."
