Xiao Luo sat in the interrogation room, sipping water from a disposable cup as he waited for someone from the NSA to arrive.
The policeman was in a cold sweat as he felt like being trapped in a cage with a ferocious beast. He hardly dared to even breathe and did his best to remain inconspicuous, staying perfectly still and quiet in the corner until it almost gave him pins and needles. He knew that his life would literally be snuffed out if anything went wrong. He kept looking at his watch, seeing the seconds tick away, and the ten minutes felt like a century to him. He prayed hard that his colleagues outside would realize that something was amiss inside the interrogation room and come in to check on him.
Xiao Luo paid no heed to the cowering policeman and drummed his fingers on the table rhythmically to pass his time.
