"Don't try to scare me, when I was scaring people off, you were still wetting your pants!" Lao Pu, with handcuffed hands, slapped the table hard, his whole body straining as if he wanted to pull the chair up by its roots.
The interrogating officer chuckled: "Lao Pu, don't get antsy, you're breaking your own character this way."
"Didn't you want to see what I look like in the underworld? This is what I look like." Lao Pu was angry, like a pufferfish with his eyes about to burst out.
Getting angry, are you? It's because I hit the nail on the head, isn't it?" The interrogating officer didn't expect it to be this simple; he thought it was going to be a tough battle, but recalling the groundwork laid by Jiang Yuan, he realized that Lao Pu wasn't as stable under the threat of the death penalty as he had previously appeared.
Lao Pu began to shake the chair, shifting his backside, struggling to break free from his restraints.
To no avail.
