For the entire night, Yue Pengcheng did not close his eyes. The police came after him in waves. If not for the fact that he was not a spy, he probably would have confessed long ago.
In the beginning, Yue Pengcheng could still talk tough to the police, scold them, and challenge them.
However, the sense of superiority that he had built up over the years abroad was gradually worn away. If he could kneel and beg for mercy to make the police let him go, he would really kneel.
This was the first time Yue Pengcheng had experienced such a feeling. He could not rest. He wanted to sleep but could not. He was hungry, sleepy, cold, and exhausted to the extreme. It was as if he was in hell.
Yue Pengcheng never knew that when a person was exhausted and exhausted to the extreme, it would actually feel like this. It was as if they were about to die.
Stars appeared in front of his eyes. He felt dizzy and nauseous. He could close his eyes and fall asleep in a second.
