"I really don't know, I really really don't know!" A faint cry from a man could be heard in the box...
But Jian Shan couldn't hear clearly and couldn't help but frown, damn, does the sound insulation effect need to be so good?
Chu Yixing was sitting on a chair, with his hands folded across his chest, his brown sunglasses hooked on his slender index finger, his legs folded together, and he looked coldly at the tied up man in front of him, with a thin body and a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
His cheekbones were red and swollen, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his right eye was as swollen as a flounder.
"Maomao, I'll give you one last chance." Chu Yixing's tone was calm, but there was a suffocating chill in his breath, "Ten years ago, Tianlin Group was suspected of money laundering and black transactions, and the group collapsed overnight.
What role did Xu An play in this incident?"
The man named Maomao in front of him looked at Chu Yixing in horror, with muddy tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. He shook his head: "I...I really don't-"
"Stop." Chu Yixing raised his eyebrows and interrupted him, "Think carefully before you speak. I have already said that this is the last chance."
Maomao's throat rolled up, and there was an uncontrollable tremor in his voice: "You, who are you..."
Chu Yixing turned the silver ring on his thumb and rubbed it gently. The four-leaf clover pattern flickered in and out.
"Ali."
Bai Li took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Maomao.
"Do you want it to be like this?"
Maomao looked at the mangled man in the photo, and his deep, unblinking eyes seemed to be staring at him closely. The man in the photo was the man who blackmailed Xu An at the Xu Family.
The day the man finished his transaction with Xu An, Bai Li captured him.
"He...he...he's dead..." Maomao's entire back was wet with sweat, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Okay, you can continue talking." Chu Yixing stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture, his extremely handsome face still expressionless.
Maomao swallowed his saliva repeatedly, lowered his eyes, and then inadvertently saw the silver ring that Chu Yixing kept spinning. At that moment, all the pores in his body opened, as if he really understood now that he was leaving.
How near death is!
"Tianxi..." Maomao muttered absentmindedly.
"It seems that you are not going to speak anymore." Chu Yixing sighed, he stood up lightly, and then there was a violent "clang" sound as the chair was knocked over by him!
"I said! I said I said!"
Chu Yixing gave him a cold look and saw the wet liquid from his crotch flowing down the stool, making his pants wet.
"Then why don't you tell me quickly!" Chu Yixing shouted, making Maomao tremble in shock.
"Yes Yes……"
Jian Shan outside the door was also so startled by Chu Yixing's roar that his teeth chattered. If it weren't for the good sound insulation here, Jian Shan can guarantee that the entire floor could hear it clearly.
It's just that her brows were deeply furrowed. A few minutes passed, and she only heard a few scattered words, not even a complete word. She pressed her ear closer to the door in distress, feeling in her heart
I'm both nervous and scared, but more importantly, I'm anxious.
However, at this moment, Jian Shan's waist was pressed against something hard...
The object pressed against her was familiar to her. It was the barrel of a gun...
Jian Shan straightened up, turned around slowly, and faced the waitress who came downstairs just now.
