Bang.

The door closed.

Wei Bing stood at the door and looked at Feng Xiaoxiao beside him with a somewhat ugly expression.

In the interrogation room, Deng Biao pulled a chair and sat down in front of A Dong. He lit a cigarette and said slowly, "Let me introduce myself first. I'm from the provincial capital. I was the captain of the reconnaissance unit of the Jiangnan Military Region Special Operations Brigade."

There was a smell of iron and blood on him, and a murderous aura was coming towards him.

A Dong shuddered subconsciously, then said carefully: "I really don't know who Feng Bing is. What do you want me to say?"

"I heard that someone found drugs in your residence and sent you to the detention center?"

Deng Biao blew out a smoke ring.

A Dong said a little excitedly: "I was framed. I am a drug user, but I never sell drugs. Someone is trying to frame me. I am innocent."

"I'm not a judge. It's useless for you to tell me this."

Deng Biao said lightly.

Only then did Adong react and immediately became depressed.

"But..." Deng Biao suddenly added, "If you're willing to cooperate, I can still find a way to get you out of the detention center. At least I can reduce your sentence by half."

A glint flashed in Adong's eyes, and he said excitedly, "Really?"

"Of course, but the prerequisite is that you cooperate with me and tell me everything you know about Feng Bing."

Deng Biao said with his eyes narrowed.

A Dong was about to cry: "But I really don't know him."

"It seems you are rejecting me? You really are such a fool! You won't accept my offer!"

After saying that, Deng Biao stood up, grabbed Adong's mouth with one hand, and stuffed the cigarette butt in with his other hand.