Xu Yi was like a heart-devouring fiend. Every word, every sentence, became a sharp blade or spear, stabbing straight into Third Young Master Zhao's heart.
Though Third Young Master Zhao had resolved not to speak, no matter how tightly he clenched his teeth, his face couldn't help turning pale, then green.
"I'll give you ten breaths. If you still insist on this attitude, I'm afraid I'll have to apologize in advance. Given the evidence in this case and the proof held by the Discipline Department, we can file charges without your testimony in court. If you still refuse to speak, I won't waste any more time here. Once the process is complete and the case is reported to the Civil Administration Department, your Official Status will automatically be revoked."
After speaking, Xu Yi silently held up his fingers.
When he had raised his eighth finger, Third Young Master Zhao finally broke. Glaring at him, he said, "What exactly do you want? I don't believe you'd really court death and fight my Zhao family to the bitter end."
From Xiong Jiukui to Third Young Master Zhao, then Deputy Director Zhao, and even the wise Mr. Liu, not one of them believed that a nobody like Xu Yi, a mouse among men, would dare dream of hunting a cat—of wiping out the Zhao family.
That was simply not the logic of a sane person. Only a Madman could think that way. Was Xu Yi a Madman? Obviously not.
Xu Yi had no choice but to treat this blind spot in the Zhao family's thinking as an established fact.
With that blind spot, he could make his move.
"Third Young Master, you're right. I have no interest in opposing your Zhao family. Convicting you wouldn't do me any good; it would only provoke