Yan Ke was sitting in the empty interrogation room. The recording device had been turned off. During the interrogation, he had been soaked in cold sweat all over, again and again. The policeman's eyes showed that he clearly knew everything.

If he hadn’t had the lawyer beside him, he would have broken down long ago. However, he still had lingering fears and he wasn’t sure how many cards the opponent had up his sleeve.

At this time, the lawyer slipped in, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand. He leaned over and said, "Want to live?"

Yan Ke nodded desperately.

"If you want to live, you need to self-harm. The more seriously, the better!"

The two men’s faces were almost touching. Yan Ke saw muscles twitching under the lawyer’s skin while he was talking, and he looked very...