Soon, Jiang An and Qin Feng pushed open the iron door of the interrogation room one after the other.
Li Xu—the man sitting in the fixed interrogation chair, was frowning deeply at this moment, constantly adjusting his posture, trying to rid himself of the metal handcuffs on his wrists.
He had been here for nearly twenty hours of continuous questioning, his eyes bloodshot, hair disheveled, his whole demeanor exuding a stifling frustration and anxiety on the verge of eruption.
Li Xu abruptly raised his head, his gaze like a hook catching the two who entered. Before they could fully stand still, his hoarse and urgent voice collided against the walls: "When exactly are you going to let me out? I'm telling you, once I'm out, I won't let you off! Complaining and reporting are nothing; I'm going to sue you for coercive interrogation and malicious slander!"
Qin Feng and Jiang An exchanged a brief glance.
