Huadu City Public Security Bureau, in an interrogation room, Zhang Peng and his four men were detained.
"Young Master Zhang, when can we get out of here?"
"How many years will the court sentence us to?"
"Young Master Zhang, does our president know we're in custody?"
The four men looked a bit nervous, gazing at Zhang Peng, whose expression was fierce and cold.
Zhang Peng did not answer them. His eyes were sharp as blades, and his handcuffed hands were tightly clenched into fists, with veins bulging on the back of his hands.
A raging flame of hatred burned in his heart: Li Ruyan, Lin Fei, if I get out, I must kill you both!
Just then, with a clang, the iron door of the interrogation room opened, and a policeman walked in, saying to Zhang Peng and the others, "Get up, you can leave now."
Leave? It took Zhang Peng and his four men a moment to react before they stood up and headed towards the iron door.
