Later that day, Yang Xing was brought in.
Du Yong had personally led the team to arrest him, and he was conducting the interrogation himself as well.
Inside the interrogation room, Du Yong looked Yang Xing up and down and said with a sigh, his tone reflecting on how much had changed, "I remember you used to have a thick, full head of hair. What happened?"
He pointed at his own head.
Years ago, when the Luminous Pearl Forum was raided, Du Yong had coincidentally been the one to go.
In other words, this was the second time Du Yong had arrested Yang Xing.
Yang Xing was forty-nine this year. He was tall—nearly 1.8 meters—with broad shoulders but a thin frame, his clothes hanging loosely on him.
Just as Du Yong said, his hair was shockingly sparse.
He looked utterly haggard. His face was oily, and his gray Lacoste jacket was grimy, with some unknown substance smudged on the sleeve.
He was also wearing slippers.
