Fu Hanyi charged into the office, his eyes bloodshot. Seeing Officer Wang, he lunged forward, grabbed his arm, and demanded urgently, "Give me Wen Yuan's head. Let me see it, quickly. I don't believe her head was cooked at high temperatures; I don't believe she suffered such a horrible fate. Show me her head now!"
Fu Hanyi was practically roaring, his voice turning hoarse by the end.
I stepped back, trembling, my hand slipping from Qi Meyan’s palm.
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