Very soon, Jiang An led Qin Feng and the others, hurrying to the interrogation room.
As the group pushed the door open and entered, Li Xiang was sitting with his head down in the interrogation chair.
Upon hearing movement, he raised his head, quickly putting on a forcedly relaxed smile, his tone slightly probing, "Officer, have you finished asking all the questions? Can I leave now?"
Jiang An did not answer immediately, just stared at him coldly.
He walked slowly to the interrogation table, placing both hands on the tabletop, leaning forward slightly, creating an invisible sense of pressure.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, "Leave? You're dreaming."
"In my opinion, you're likely not getting out this time."
Those words ignited a fuse, and the smile on Li Xiang's face instantly froze, then turned into twisted rage.
He suddenly got up from the chair, and despite his wrists being cuffed, he waved his arms excitedly, "What do you mean by this!"
