After hanging up the phone, Li Jian was emotionally charged and quickly pushed open the door to interrogation room number 3.
Compared to his previous despair, he was now full of energy.
Wan Junjie turned his head to glance at Li Jian.
At the meeting of their gazes, he shook his head helplessly.
Clearly, the previous interrogation was not ideal.
Li Jian curled his lips into a smile and raised his hand to pat his shoulder.
"No worries! Leave the rest to me."
Seeing Captain Li Jian's confident demeanor, Wan felt a twinge of confusion.
When he went out just now, Mr. Li's brows were tightly furrowed.
After just one cigarette, he became full of confidence.
Could it be that nicotine really sparks creative thinking?
Next, Li Jian sat down and calmly said, "I'll give you one more opportunity."
"As long as you confess your crimes now, I can consider it a voluntary admission."
The man across said, "I already told you just now."
"I really used a fake name just to escape debt."
