In the classroom.
Chu Sheng's gaze swept across the students below, all about his age.
The authority naturally flowing from his brow and eyes needed no deliberate display to make the entire classroom incomparably grave.
Even the shrill cicadas outside the window seemed to weaken by several degrees beneath that presence.
"We came here for a reason, and your grade director already explained it."
"After investigation, Cui Hao did not commit suicide. He was tortured to death."
"Now, I need you to cooperate with the investigation and tell us everything you know."
The moment his words fell, the classroom sank into deathly silence. No one dared speak for a long while.
Everyone sat ramrod straight and impeccably still, like students afraid of being called on by the teacher when they had not memorized their lesson.
Cui Hao's example was laid out before them, fresh and bloody. No one dared say another word, afraid they would meet the same fate.
"I know you're afraid—afraid of retaliation. Here, I can guarantee you that the Jingwu Bureau will absolutely ensure your safety!"
Still, no one below made a sound.
Outside the classroom, Hou Yong wore a smug expression.
From the very beginning, he had expected that not a single one of these students would dare make a peep.
Looking at the crowd,
Chu Sheng shook his head in disappointment.
"I think I may have come to the wrong place. Cui Hao wasn't a student in this class..."
Just then,
A bespectacled boy said weakly, "Cui Hao was in our class..."
A mocking curve rose at the corner of Chu Sheng's lips.
"Heh. Then I truly overestimated you. A classmate who spent every day with you suffered something like this, yet not one person in the entire class dared to speak?"
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