As the setting sun cast its golden glow, Mi Lan stepped out of the guest room with his hands behind his back.
Zhang Ya had hauled Sun Fusheng—whose face was completely covered in the imprint of a shoe sole and who had been beaten utterly unconscious—away to the cells of the Arrest Bureau. After all, interrogating a man in such a place drew no unwanted attention; even resorting to unconventional methods was nothing out of the ordinary within the prison walls.
After a moment of hesitation, Mi Lan still had Qiuhua lead him to the guest room to pay his respects to Zhou Anfa.
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