Xiao Ding stared blankly at the dagger in Dapao's hand, subconsciously lowering his hands and clamping his legs together.
"Brother Pao, let's talk next time, next time. You go ahead and focus on your work."
"Alright then."
Dapao seemed not entirely satisfied, then sneered and looked at the others.
In front of the car.
The driver and co-driver exchanged glances, neither of them looking pleased.
"Later, see if we can swap cars with Brother Ma and the others; I'm not familiar with this one."
"Yeah, me neither."
Sometimes, just watching an interrogation can be torturous.
Because Dapao's way of interrogation always gives the viewers a sense of substitution.
Not from the perspective of the aggressor or interrogator, but from the perspective of the person being tortured.
...
Along the way, it was like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves.
Ju Tianrui and Dong Tai were driving four infantry fighting vehicles ahead.
