"Chen Mei, you have the right to remain silent..."
The interrogation room.
Chen Mei looked at the old man in front of him, having braced himself for staying quiet; however, surprisingly, Zhou Jiren did not follow protocol by announcing the constitutional rights to the person being interrogated.
"If you choose to be silent, then I will remain silent as well."
Zhou Jiren pulled up a chair and sat across from Chen Mei, glancing at the young man's handcuffed hands with curly hair.
The wrists, seemingly delicate and lean, were tightly shackled by rattan cuffs, bearing several overlapping scars from attempts to break free.
"Unrealistic thoughts are better abandoned sooner rather than later."
Hearing this, Chen Mei could hardly contain himself anymore.
His expression darkened as he suddenly stood up, but in reality, he didn't budge an inch; a sharp pain cinched at his waist after he jerked forcefully, also tightly bound by a vine...
