The young white coat was trapped in a pitch-black room, with only an interrogation table, a desk lamp, and two wooden chairs inside.
The desk lamp wouldn't turn on; the main switch had been turned off.
Suddenly, the lamp lit up.
The not-too-bright amber glow illuminated the room.
Lu Yuan, who had opened the main switch, opened the door and walked in slowly, wearing a pair of brown leather shoes, stained with blood.
The young white coat looked up at him briefly, then lowered his gaze, remaining silent.
"Do you think you can stay silent forever?"
Lu Yuan placed a notebook on the table, sat on the wooden chair, leaned back, and stared at the young white coat with deep eyes, "They've already said you are the leader."
The young white coat remained silent.
"What is it you all want to do? Change that face, smoothly get all his money, and then run away as far as you can?"
Still silence.
"Stop dreaming. That woman has already said that the person is not even your boss."
