The dreadful wails stopped abruptly. Yang Wei's throat could only let out painful grunts. The movements were fluid; from breaking his shoulder to choking him took only 1.5 seconds. Zhang Ziwen's iron grip tightly locked around Yang Wei's throat. Just a slight squeeze and Yang Wei would be gone from this world forever. His pupils were contracting. He could smell the scent of death. He saw Zhang Ziwen's eyes full of killing intent. The proximity of death made Yang Wei forget the severe pain in his right arm. His body was starting to soften, and he was wetting his pants out of sheer terror. An odor of urine filled the entire interrogation room; he was suffocating from fear and the grip around his throat was tightening...
"No... Mosquito... Don't..." Kai Zi's weak voice echoed in the room. He didn't want to see Zhang Ziwen kill someone for him.
"Enough, he's a cop." Hai Dafu looked worried; he quickly grabbed Zhang Ziwen's arm. Killing a cop was not a joke.
