The two severed fingers, deathly pale from blood loss, lay on the table in the mediation room.
Everyone present, except for Li Huowang, wore a dreadful expression.
Naturally, silver handcuffs were clasped around Li Huowang's wrists.
"I was the one who was kidnapped! Have you got it all wrong? Why are you cuffing me!"
Li Huowang suppressed the rage in his heart and shouted at the others. This time, however, no one was listening to him. Except for the two officers guarding him, everyone else had stepped outside.
Outside the door, Sun Jianye listened to Li Huowang's voice, observing this extraordinary young man through the iron bars. He found dealing with mentally ill individuals to be the biggest headache. Not only could their words be false, but their logic was often erratic and unpredictable, rendering some of his interrogation techniques utterly useless.
If they couldn't get any leads from the suspect, they would have to approach it from another angle.
