"Hm?"
The atmosphere in the interrogation room changed in an instant. All eyes turned to Zhou Chengrong.
Sitting beside him, Ma Shangxi felt a chill run down his spine.
He never would have imagined that the guys Zhou Chengrong had hired would call him at a time like this.
"Wh-what are you talking about? I don't understand."
"What do you mean you don't understand? You drink too much, Brother Rong?"
The person on the phone clamored:
"Didn't you call me? You said the owner of Xiaojiang Noodle Shop screwed you over a few times, and you wanted me to bring some guys over to trash his shop and splash some paint around so they couldn't do business. How could you forget about that?"
He was completely floored.
Zhou Chengrong's mouth twitched, his words coming out in a jumbled mess.
"What are you talking about? I don't understand. You must have the wrong number. I don't even know you."
The police officer glanced at Zhou Chengrong, then brought the phone to his own mouth.
