He walked out of the interrogation room.
Old Fox closed the door and cast a meaningful glance towards the glass coated with red silver on one side.
Chen Mei, shackled by the vine wood, sat in the chair, still silently not uttering a word, but it was evident... his expression was no longer as composed as before. If one looked closely enough, they could see faint beads of sweat forming at the forehead and slipping down his cheeks.
"What we need to do now is wait,"
Zhou Jiren leaned against the door of the interrogation room, smoking a pipe.
This was a gamble.
The bet was that Xiao would take action.
"If, as we predicted earlier, Xiao has some way of obtaining news from inside the council... the moment Chen Mei was arrested, he should have become restless," Gu Shen said. "The night of disturbance on the river bank had caused the news of Chen Mei's arrest to spread wildly throughout Da Du."
"Exactly."
