Interrogation

Xu Wuyi fell silent for a few seconds, then spoke. "Commander Li, the evidence in Wang Haidong's case can indeed only point to Zhang Yuhuai. But that doesn't mean Wang Haidong is innocent."

"By the rules, we can detain Wang Haidong for no more than fifteen days. If, by then, there is no evidence proving his crimes, we will naturally release him."

Li Mingyuan's smile faded somewhat. "Captain Meng, are you refusing to give me face?"

Xu Wuyi looked at him, his tone still calm. "Commander Li, this isn't a matter of giving face or not. A case is a case, and evidence is evidence."

Li Mingyuan stared at him for several seconds, the smile vanishing from his face completely.

He set down his teacup and leaned forward slightly. An invisible oppressive force radiated from him. It was the pressure of a quasi-Grandmaster. Before such pressure, even breathing would become difficult for an ordinary person.

Yet Xu Wuyi remained seated without moving, as though that pressure did not exist at all.

Li Mingyuan's gaze sharpened.

He was a level forty-nine quasi-Grandmaster, only one step away from becoming a Grandmaster. In all of Sky Swallow Province, there were few who could remain composed before him.

This masked Meng Zhishou was not merely composed—he was composed to an almost excessive degree.

Suddenly, Li Mingyuan recalled something.

Most people in the Military Department's special operations division carried out the most dangerous missions. None who survived in that department were simple characters.

Since Meng Zhishou had been transferred from special operations to the Inspection Department, his strength might not be as simple as the level forty-seven displayed on the surface.

Li Mingyuan was silent for a few seconds before leaning back in his chair again. The oppressive force dissipated with him.

He smiled, but