While one thing was unfolding, another was taking place elsewhere.
Just as Jiang Che was staying in the presidential suite on the eightieth floor of the Bulgari, teaching everything he knew and riding hard as he indulged in the finer things in life.
In the interrogation room of a police station in a district of the Imperial Capital, the glaring white fluorescent lights were so harsh they made it impossible to keep one's eyes open.
As the punishment period during which the system had forcibly taken over his body came to an end.
The unfocused look in Wu Xiao's pupils gradually returned, and he finally snapped out of that muddled, chaotic state.
Wu Xiao's mind was completely blank. Cold silver handcuffs still encircled his wrists as he answered the police's routine questions almost instinctively.
"Name."
"Wu Xiao."
"Age."
"Twenty-six."
"Gender."
"Male."
The investigating officer tapped the tabletop, his brows tightly furrowed and his tone laden with a powerful sense of absurdity.
"Tell me, why did you suddenly strip naked and start running around bare-assed in the lobby of the Waldorf Hotel in the middle of the night?"
At that point, the older policeman visibly paused.
His gaze drifted downward uncontrollably, discreetly glancing toward a certain area of Wu Xiao's body.
The old officer opened his mouth, seemingly intending to casually ask about Wu Xiao's bizarrely missing few ounces of flesh...
But the words reached his lips and were ultimately swallowed back down.
He might as well leave this young man, whose mental state was obviously far from normal, with his last shred of dignity as a human being...
As an enforcer of the people's law, he still had his own professional ethics and bottom line.
No matter what kind of inhuman and devastating blow Wu Xiao had suffered to make