Because of the loss of blood, the two severed fingers had turned deathly pale as they lay on the table in the mediation room.
Everyone present, except for Li Huowang, now had a dreadful look on their faces.
Naturally, the silver handcuffs were clasped around Li Huowang's wrists.
"It was me who got kidnapped! Have you got it all wrong! Why are you cuffing me!"
Li Huowang shouted, suppressing the rage in his heart, but this time, no one was listening to him, except for the two guards, everyone else had gone outside.
Outside the door, Sun Jianye listened to Li Huowang's voice, observing this extraordinary young man through the iron bars.
The thing he dreaded most was dealing with mentally ill patients, as not only could their words be false, but their behavior could also be erratic and illogical, rendering some of his interrogation techniques utterly useless.
If there were no clues from the criminal, then the only choice was to start from a different angle.
