"Xiaojun, there are two inmates being treated at the village hospital and it's inconvenient to bring them back. Go interrogate them and make sure they don't escape,"
Zhou Yingying ordered one of them.
"OK!"
Fan Xiaojun immediately stood up, grabbed a notebook and pen, and rushed out hastily, seeming to be very afraid of Zhou Yingying.
He looked young and green, apparently new to society.
"Ying Ying, who did you bring with you?"
The sycophantic fifty-something old man next to her asked, who must be Qiu Changrong.
"They were fighting in the village; I brought them back for interrogation."
Wang Hao frowned, feeling that everyone here was extremely respectful towards Zhou Yingying, as if she was not someone to be trifled with.
Zhou Yingying led Wang Hao into the adjacent interrogation room.
"Sit down. Now, whatever I ask, you answer honestly. If there's even half a lie, see how I'll deal with you!"
Zhou Yingying said sternly, pointing at the chair opposite her.
