Xu Keming’s mouth curled into a faint, confident smile. His eyes flickered with unquestionable certainty as he said firmly, "Rest assured, Brother Leitao. Once these Japanese spies fall into my hands, there is no way for them to keep their secrets."
The group quickly escorted the captured Japanese spy to a makeshift interrogation point—a small, dim room lit by a few kerosene lamps. The murky light flickered in the draft, casting long, distorted shadows that added a grim atmosphere to the space. Leitao stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, watching as the spy was roughly shoved into a chair, his hands tightly bound to the backrest. Leitao thought to himself, *Let’s see what this fellow Xu is capable of.* A flicker of panic crossed the spy’s eyes, but he quickly forced a look of composure, gritting his teeth and turning his head away with the air of a man who had nothing left to lose.
Meng Xiaoyu sat in the corner, her brow tightly furrowed. She unconsciously pulled out a scalpel and began spinning it nimbly between her fingertips, trying to dispel the stifling tension. Liu Zishan looked solemn, his hand continuously stroking his chin as his eyes darted between the spy and Xu Keming, as if weighing the interrogation strategy. Chen Feiyang was vibrating with excitement, rubbing his hands together and pacing as if he were about to play a thrilling game. Yi Guang stood to the side, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze cold and sharp, ready to assist Xu Keming a…
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