The interrogation room was dimly lit, with only a few slogans like "Confess and you'll be treated leniently" hanging on the walls.
Two officers sat at the table. One was in charge of questioning, and the other was taking notes.
Lu Bai lowered his head and glanced at his hands, cuffed to the chair. He made no attempt to break free, instead nodding seriously. "That's right. That's exactly what happened."
Bang!
The officer in charge of questioning slammed his hand on the table. "Watch your attitude! If we didn't have evidence, we wouldn't have brought you in!"
After this perfunctory threat, the officer softened his tone. "Just come clean. I'll let you in on something: your accomplices have already ratted you out. If you confess now, they might go easier on you when they sentence you. I'm only trying to help you."
Lu Bai pondered for two seconds, then asked, "If the evidence is conclusive, why did Daxiang's Field Operations Department hand me over to you?"
Incidentally, this so-called Daxiang should really have been called Daxiang and Xiaoxiang.
As mentioned before, in addition to training Deathmatch fighters, the Deathmatch campuses also played a role in maintaining public order.
Daxiang and Xiaoxiang were the departments in charge of logistics for all ten Deathmatch campuses. Naturally, their jurisdiction included crimes involving Deathmatch fighters.
The Field Operations Department in particular had plenty of tough characters.
That was why the people from Can Society had panicked so much when they learned that Daxiang's people were coming.
Hearing Lu Bai's question, the officer in charge of questioning was about to raise his hand and slam the table again.
But just as he lifted his hand, before he could bring it down, the interrogation-room door suddenly opened.
A police station administrator entered, ushering in a man