"Bang!"
Ning Rongrong slammed the table.
"Leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist! Every word you say from now on will be used as evidence in court!
Speak! Were you the one who stole the sect's pills and leaked them to outsiders?"
Yellow-Haired's face instantly drained of color.
Good grief, this little terror wants me dead!
Can I admit to something like that?! It'll cost me my life!
Although sect disciples could exchange their contribution points for pills freely as long as they had enough, those pills were strictly for their own use.
If he really had secretly passed them to outsiders, as this little terror claimed, he would have violated the Sect Rules and faced severe punishment.
Not to mention an offense as serious as theft.
With tears and snot streaming down his face, Yellow-Haired pleaded his case:
"Young miss, someone must have framed me!
I'm just an ordinary, law-abiding disciple of the sect. All I do is quietly cultivate day after day.
Sure, I slack off and shirk work sometimes, but stealing the sect's pills and leaking them? I've never had the slightest intention of doing that, much less the courage!
My devotion to the sect is unwavering, my loyalty unshakable, my heart undivided, my death well deserved..."
Ning Rongrong leaned slightly to her left and whispered to Ke Guga, who stood on a chair beside her:
"Well? Is he putting on an act?"
Ke Guga studied Yellow-Haired's expression intently, then shook her head with certainty.
"Microexpression analysis, heart rate analysis, and behavioral analysis all show normal results. He isn't lying, guga."
"Then let's go straight to the evidence. Yellow-Haired, tell me: two months ago, on the night of June 3, why did you rush out of the sect?
Don't even think about lying. Ke