The outdoor investigation was proceeding "full steam ahead," and the indoor interrogation had not ceased.
Tang Xiaoquan and Old Zhao sat sternly, while the eyes of the other survivors bulged with anger as they glared at Derek.
"Little Derek! Now's your chance to confess. If you tell the truth, perhaps I can plead for you later. You've seen Old Xu's temper before. If he gets angry..." Old Zhao's eyes instinctively darted towards the steel blade on the table, shaking his head with a pointed implication.
"Guys, I'm really not lying to you! I just came to get some supplies. I never intended to hurt you!"
"You think we're fools? You didn't come here in the middle of the night to harm us? Have you ever met a good person who goes out in the dead of night?" Wen Quanxin pursed his lips; if it weren't for Old Zhao holding the fort, Wen Quanxin and the other young ones would have likely already gotten rough.
