The same dark underground interrogation room.
Besides Tangben Xiuyi, Wa Xueming only left the two henchmen who were responsible for chopping off feet to feed the dogs that day, and a translator; these people were his trusted confidants.
Ever since he came into contact with 7472, he was determined to help the Chaojun take down the Bai Family.
So, he had secretly cultivated quite a force of his own.
As for the Chaojun and Pan Xinli, it's not that Wa Xueming didn't trust them, it's just that this matter might involve the secrets of 7472, so he had to send them away.
"Speak."
"I need drugs."
"You'll get drugs after you talk, otherwise you can go back to the prison and wait to die."
Wa Xueming sat in the chair, his eyelids drooping slightly, with the tungsten lamp overhead casting shadows, making him look like an infernal officer responsible for punishing evil spirits.
After listening to the translation, Tangben Xiuyi couldn't help but cross his arms and shiver.
