Lin Mu glanced at Wasp. His expression didn't seem like he was lying. Besides, it seemed he had no reason to deceive Lin Mu now. Criminals are like this; whether they fear death or not, once their psychological defenses are breached, the confessions are mostly true and not deceptive.
Of course, Lin Mu didn't trust Wasp completely, but he had already used his Seventh Sense to secretly probe the person's mind,
and didn't find any unclear dark matter. So, Lin Mu could be sure that Wasp wasn't lying.
At this moment, Lin Mu couldn't help but feel frustrated. The glimmer of hope ignited earlier had been swept away by the waves, instantly extinguished.
Feeling powerless, Lin Mu didn't know his next step! Back in Qi Manlin's office, Lin Mu sat on the sofa, smoking dejectedly.
