In the gloomy interrogation room.
Drip, drip...
The figure sitting in the chair had his head drooping, and beneath him, blood was seeping out.
A strong beam of light shone over.
Yamamoto Keisuke's face didn't have a single good piece of flesh left, his entire body was shaking, half of his nose had been scraped off, and the word "Bastard!" was carved into his face with a carving knife.
"Mr. Yamamoto, dinner is about to start, have you thought it through? Speak up, and you can have food and sleep."
He really couldn't take it anymore.
"I'll talk... I'll talk, it was the Mitsubishi office in Mexico, they paid me money to find someone to arrange an accident, to take out a big shot from the North."
The "News Bureau" staff beside him quickly recorded everything.
Once Yamamoto Keisuke started speaking, his psychological burden was lifted, and he nervously spilled everything.
Turns out...
