Jiang Yue wasn't about to give Wu Degang much time to think it over. Seeing him hesitate, his face full of uncertainty, he urged, "Old Wu, I'm giving you this chance because I think there's still hope for you. If you were someone like Feng Dengfeng, do you think I'd waste this much time and breath on you?"
Wu Degang gave a bitter smile. "Should I be grateful, or should I be annoyed?"
Jiang Yue sneered. "Actually, this isn't the first time we've crossed paths. Do you know who the person you led your men to hunt down that night was?"
Wu Degang's expression changed abruptly. "You... You're the one we hunted that night?"
The painful memories of that night came flooding back.
In fact, the person Wu Degang had led his men to hunt that night was Jiang Yue's father, Jiang Qiao. Jiang Yue had been among the pursuers and had watched Wu Degang from close range.
That was why he had some idea of what Wu Degang was like. Combined with what he'd learned over the past two days, he felt that among all the agents here, Wu Degang was the only one who still had some conscience left—a potential opening, at least.
Of course, for now, Jiang Yue was going to keep him guessing.
"Heh. Looks like that explosion in the underground mine left quite an impression on you."
It had indeed been a painful memory. So many people had died at once, leaving not even a body behind. It had been a major blow to Wu Degang.
As long as resistance broke out on a large scale, that would count as his achievement.
No matter where he was, he'd find out whatever he wanted to know.
If surrendering meant confronting Tree Feng Dengfeng, and not having