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Zhao Gang's question seemed nonsensical, but Wei Yuan's answer was straightforward and frank.

"That's right, it was me who did it."

Zhao Gang, who was trying to widen his eyes and brace himself, was momentarily speechless upon hearing Wei Yuan's answer.

No, why don't you play by the rules?

How would I know if it was you playing a trick on me? I just wanted to bluff you a little!

Zhao Gang did this purely because of Wei Yuan's words, "After you leave the interrogation room, you will be burdened by karma and suffer endless disasters."

Although Zhao Gang did not believe that Wei Yuan really had such ability, things just happened that way, which made him have to think more about it.

After thinking it over, he decided to try to trick Wei Yuan.

Before asking the question, Zhao Gang had considered many possible reactions from Wei Yuan and prepared a lot of responses.

But he never expected Wei Yuan to agree so readily, which left him speechless.

However, Zhao Gang was an old fox after all, and had seen many big scenes. He was not intimidated by Wei Yuan's words. He took a puff of his cigar and adjusted his expression accordingly.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his entire face shrouded in mist, making it difficult to see clearly, yet he could still observe Wei Yuan at will.

Despite his sharp, piercing gaze, Wei Yuan remained calm and composed throughout, sitting upright in his original position without offering any explanation or dodging, showing no sign of distress.

He was too steady, abnormally so.

This calm and composed demeanor only intensified Zhao Gang's doubts.

He couldn't tell whether Wei Yuan was feigning composure, bluffing, and relying on his toughness to maintain appearances, or whether he was truly confident, had a trump card in hand, and was not afraid of his probing and pressure.

A sudden silence enveloped the room. The two stood guard on opposite sides, neither of them speaking again.

The air seemed to freeze into solid ice, and a silent standoff quietly spread in the small interrogation room. The tense atmosphere made people slow down their breathing, and even the sound of air flowing could be clearly heard.

Time passed quietly, and the long stalemate gradually wore down their patience and energy.

The first to give in was Zhao Gang, who was still suffering from old injuries.

The excruciating pain in his ribs that he had just forcibly suppressed surged back like a tidal wave, with sharp, piercing pains spreading throughout his body from the broken bones.

The intense pain tore at his nerves, causing the veins on his forehead to bulge and throb violently. Fine beads of cold sweat instantly soaked through his forehead and temples, slowly sliding down his cheeks.

Zhao Gang gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure, his anger and irritability rising steadily in his chest.

He had clearly realized that his deliberate probing and feigned questioning had yielded absolutely no useful information from Wei Yuan.

Continuing the stalemate would be futile, and the original probing plan had completely failed.

He simply stopped beating around the bush and pretending. He tightened his jaw, gritted his teeth to suppress the piercing pain, and asked in a cold and sharp tone with a strong sense of oppression.

Where exactly is Liu Xiangrong?

Upon hearing this, Wei Yuan's lips curled into a faint sneer. His expression remained calm as he spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone carrying a hint of nonchalant mockery.

"That's a strange way of putting it."

"You arrested him yourself, and you lost him yourself. Instead of investigating, you turn around and ask me?"

"How would I know where she went?"

Unresponsive to oil or salt, soft or hard.

Wei Yuan's watertight response completely extinguished Zhao Gang's last bit of patience.

In addition, the pain in his ribs became increasingly intense, and the repeated stinging pain caused his anger to surge, and a thick shadow instantly covered his eyes.

He leaned forward slightly, his aura suddenly tightening, locking onto Wei Yuan with an extremely strong sense of oppression, his tone fierce and impatient.

"I'm too lazy to beat around the bush with you!"

"Tell me Liu Xiangrong's whereabouts, and I'll let you leave right now. I'll take care of all the trouble with Zhao Xuan for you. I promise that from now on, he will never dare to cause you any trouble or bother you in the slightest."

At this point, Zhao Gang's eyes became even sharper, carrying a blatant threat and inducement.

"The world is vast, but you are the most important. Why would you risk your life for a complete stranger like her?"

He leaned forward again, the oppressive aura building up layer by layer, his presence commanding, and the warning in his tone intense to the extreme.

"You know my identity, and you should understand the power I wield. If you insist on not speaking today, I guarantee you will never be able to leave this place for the rest of your life. I, Zhao Gang, mean what I say and will never go back on my word."

Faced with his almost blatant threat, Wei Yuan remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic or fear.

He slowly leaned back, casually crossed his legs, his posture relaxed and nonchalant, completely disregarding the threat before him.

"I really don't know where he/she is. You've got the wrong person."

Wei Yuan's tone was flat and emotionless, revealing no emotion whatsoever. "As for whether you let me out or not, that's up to you."

A single, casual remark ignited the fury in Zhao Gang's heart.

Zhao Gang felt a surge of anger rising in his chest, his three internal organs throbbing violently, and a fierce rage rushing to the top of his head.

He instinctively clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the still-lit cigar in his hand was instantly crushed, with fine tobacco shreds and fragments falling from between his fingers.

Zhao Gang, no longer wanting to waste any more words with Wei Yuan, smashed the crushed cigar in his hand onto the ground, braced his palms against the cold edge of the table, and endured the excruciating pain that felt like his ribs were being torn apart, slowly standing up.

The gaze she gave Wei Yuan was filled with chilling ruthlessness and coldness, devoid of any warmth.

"You're asking for it. Since you're determined not to speak now, then you'll never have to speak again in this lifetime."

After uttering those harsh words, Zhao Gang didn't linger and turned to leave the interrogation room.

He reached out and firmly grasped the cold doorknob, but before he could turn it, Wei Yuan's words suddenly came from behind him, neither too loud nor too soft, but clearly audible.

"I truly do not know Liu Xiangrong's whereabouts. But judging from your appearance, you are surrounded by an aura of misfortune. If you walk out of this door today, you will surely suffer further calamity. Do you believe me?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Zhao Gang's body suddenly froze on the spot, all his movements completely still.

His heart tightened suddenly, filled with extreme astonishment and shock. He abruptly turned his head to look back, his gaze quickly meeting the faint smile in Wei Yuan's eyes.

Those eyes were clear and deep, as if they had already seen through all the causes and consequences, and their composure sent chills down one's spine.

The tense and eerie standoff had not yet dissipated when a chaotic commotion suddenly erupted outside the interrogation room. Footsteps and shouts mingled together, growing ever closer.

The next second, a loud bang resounded as the tightly closed interrogation room door was violently pushed open.

A fierce shout, filled with boundless rage, suddenly resounded throughout the room, causing the air to tremble slightly.

"Zhao Gang!"