Zhang Mao felt a sinking feeling in his heart. He had the same thought.
He looked at Ning Ze and gritted his teeth, "What I want to ask you is, why are you the one interrogating me?"
Ning Ze was confused, "What does that have to do with your confession?"
"It does."
"Alright, since you say it matters, I'll tell you. The reason I'm interrogating you is because Master Feng said that I have experience." He pointed to his severed finger, "Here's the experience. Learning from personal encounters, applying it in practice."
Zhang Mao was speechless for a moment.
"Are you going to talk? If you don't, I can just cut it off," Ning Ze kindly reminded him, "Once it's cut off, you can't get it back."
"Wait, let me ask you a few more questions." Zhang Mao looked at Ning Ze, "I don't mean to waste time. I mean, are you willingly doing this or are you being forced?"
