"A year ago, near Li Family Bay on Provincial Road 209, was there a woman with disheveled hair, wearing ragged clothes and not even wearing shoes, appearing in front of your car?"
"After you hit her, you didn't call the police or render aid, but instead tossed her onto the mountainside—does this incident not ring a bell at all?"
Zhang Long's breathing became noticeably rapid, he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple moved violently, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"I... I don't know. I have no idea what you are talking about..."
"Don't know?" Mr. Qin stared into his eyes. "Then why are you trembling? Why don't you dare to look at me?"
"I'm not nervous!"
Zhang Long almost shouted, yet his voice carried an imperceptible tremble.
"Let me tell you!" Mr. Qin suddenly raised his hand, and with a "bang" slapped the table, causing the entire table to shake.
