Ling Xi's eyelids trembled so violently they seemed like shards of broken glass. His tear-bright pupils kept contracting, reflecting the other man's outline, cold as frozen iron.
The Qin Zaiye before him was so unfamiliar. He was cruel, as cruel as a demon that had crawled out of hell.
"If it were you, could you forgive Qin Zaiye?"
"I could!"
"Then what a pity. You're not me."
Ji Ting's words rang out like a curse. Staring at Qin Zaiye, Ling Xi suddenly began laughing as though he had lost his mind.
At the sight, Lu Yanchu silently took two steps back.
He had barely stopped when Ling Xi raised his hand and pointed viciously at Qin Zaiye. "Team Leader Sun, I want to report someone!"
Sun Ye's brows twitched, his expression saying that more work had just landed in his lap. "What are you reporting?"
"I'm reporting Qin Zaiye as the mastermind! Everything I did, and everything Zong Ling and the others did, was under Qin Zaiye's orders and coercion!"
Sun Ye glanced at Qin Zaiye. His expression remained utterly unchanged; he showed no intention of even trying to stop Ling Xi.
Sun Ye was just about to speak when Ji Yanzhi suddenly stood, opened the door, and left.
Ji Yanzhi had honestly grown tired of listening.
He had thought watching Qin Zaiye interrogate Ling Xi would be satisfying, but Ling Xi was like a rotten debt that sickened anyone who touched it. The moment he opened his mouth, sticky pus and blood oozed out, every word crawling with vermin that devoured humanity. Even Qin Zaiye's knife, sharp enough to strip skin and lay bone bare, had been corroded into foul-smelling patches of rust.
Still, Ji Yanzhi pitied neither of them. Both had brought this upon themselves.
Before long, Lu