Shang Xinfeng felt every minute and every second drag on forever.
They jokingly called him "Spring-loaded Shang," meaning he could bend and spring back under immense pressure. But he was no actual spring. Faced with relentless interrogation day and night designed to wear him down, he truly couldn't hold out any longer.
Either madness or death. Confession was the one option he refused to consider.
Because he had never taken a penny in bribes. He was more fucking wronged than the legendary innocent Dou E!
That bastard Wang Yang was a vicious wolf raised by Fu Xueqian. Even if Shang became a ghost, he would haunt the bastard's bed every single night.
"I need to take a shit!" Shang Xinfeng said feebly.
He looked so weak that anyone might wonder whether he could still undo his own belt.
It was hardly surprising. He hadn't eaten anything since the day before yesterday. Worse still, he hadn't had a proper night's sleep in three days and three nights, nor had he been allowed so much as a sip of water.
"Don't try any tricks, Shang Xinfeng. I suggest you hurry up and come clean." Yu Cheng, an investigator from Inspection Division One, sneered as he tore into a roast chicken.
"If you won't let me go, I'll have to shit my pants!" Shang Xinfeng opened his bloodshot eyes wide and pretended to strain.
"Go on, then." The other investigator, Lin Xiaoyi, frowned. Shang must have been jealous of their meal and deliberately said something disgusting to put them off.
They might as well let him go. The bathroom was inside the room and had been specially fitted out, so there was no fear of him escaping or killing himself.
"I can't get up. Give me a hand!" Shang Xinfeng demanded.
Yu Cheng