When the two passed an interrogation room, Jiang Siming heard a shrill roar coming from inside.
"I didn't kidnap any children! What right do you have to call me a human trafficker! Do you have evidence? Without evidence, what right do you have to arrest me and bring me here! Fuck, you bunch of assholes, abusing your authority!"
"Wang Fugui, you're still trying to deny it? You're suspected of trafficking seven children. Two of them cried too loudly, so you viciously killed them. Are you even human?"
"Do you have evidence!"
"You want evidence, right? Isn't this surveillance footage enough evidence?"
"Waaah, I was wrong! I know I was wrong! I confess! I'll turn myself in! Turning myself in can reduce my sentence, right?"
Jiang Siming stood at the doorway and glanced into the interrogation room, his face expressionless.
"There's a human trafficker in there. He's already been arrested, and the evidence is conclusive. Don't act recklessly."
When Li's father saw Jiang Siming's expression, he was startled and hurried back to placate him. He knew that Jiang Siming had the authority to kill first and report afterward.
This kid was a Heavenly Group Guest Elder. Killing a criminal would not burden him with any responsibility at all.
What Jiang Siming hated most were human traffickers and drug traffickers. If Li's father had not reminded him, he would really have killed the man on the spot.
Jiang Siming had once killed an entire family of human traffickers. At the Kyoto Conference last year, he had even directly suggested that human traffickers be added to the list of criminals sentenced to death.
And he had succeeded. A few months ago, the revised law had classified human traffickers as serious criminals. Even those involved in relatively minor cases would face more than a