Fuming with anger, Wei Changqing followed the two into the room, and casually slammed the door shut, determined to settle things here.
Inside the room, an unimaginable silence quickly settled in.
Wei Changqing turned back from the door, along with Zhan Dapeng and Zhang Sanfeng, to view the center of the room. There lay a chair, where Zang Xiaolian sat alone. From their perspective, it was clear to see Zang Xiaolian with his head down, and his hands on his knees trembling continuously.
"What's going on here?" Wei Changqing immediately questioned.
In this posture, Zang Xiaolian seemed like a criminal preparing for a confession, a scene all too familiar for Wei Changqing who had spent years interrogating prisoners.
Zhan Dapeng was equally puzzled, tilting his head to examine Zang Xiaolian's drooping head.
Zhang Sanfeng, however, bore a calm expression, as if he had anticipated what was happening.
