The original drizzle had slowly turned into a torrential downpour, and at this moment, a howling wind also started to ravage everything.
Whenever vehicles passed on the street, they would immediately splash up sprays of rain!
Unfortunately, Ye Xunhuan, you are destined not to see the pouring rain outside anymore.
Right now, Ye Xunhuan is in an interrogation room in Jiangzhong City.
This is an interrogation room of less than twenty square meters, with a steel chair placed near the window.
Ye Xunhuan is currently sitting on the chair, handcuffed not only on his wrists but also shackled at his feet, as if they were afraid Ye Xunhuan might escape!
Not far in front of the chair, there is a table with a lamp on top. Three detectives are sitting next to it, and behind them stand two armed officers holding steel guns, their indifferent gazes tightly locked onto Ye Xunhuan!
Yet, mixed within those indifferent gazes was a hint of fear.
