Shen Hanshan's initial reaction was almost to leap into the air in fright.
But then he reconsidered.
Zhang Feng was the one he had sent to the Special Ninth Bureau; interrogating bodies... well, let him handle it.
Yet he couldn't help but speak in a stiff voice:
"Well... well, has the interrogation yielded any results?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Feng smirked slightly, glanced back, and said:
"It's just started, what results could there be."
"Okay, okay." Shen Hanshan's voice on the phone sounded a bit awkward:
"You continue with the interrogation, I'll call you back in a while."
With that, he hung up the phone.
Zhang Feng walked closer again.
Meanwhile, Ma Xiaotong was still tormenting the Western corpse, angrily saying:
"Speak or not? Speak or not? Speak or not?"
Finally, with Zhang Feng's return, the Western corpse seized the opportunity to howl painfully:
"Why don't you ask?!"
This pitiful scream.
Surprised everyone present.
