"I don't know what you're talking about..."
In the lobby's resting room downstairs, where movements had been silent upstairs, Manager Zhang, whose wound had not yet healed and had been reopened, was speaking weakly.
The lady beside him hadn't been treated in any particular way yet, but even now her face had turned pale from fright.
The front desk clerk who had simply come to identify the injured was trembling, though she wasn't the one being tortured at the moment, she couldn't help feeling frightened at the sight.
And since the Capital Commandant hadn't let her leave, she didn't dare to bring it up, and could only fearfully hide behind Doctor Kong.
Xu Shuo hadn't been talking nonsense about one thing, the wound on Manager Zhang's arm was definitely not just a gunshot wound.
There were traces of gunpowder on the surface, but it had surely started as a cut from a sharp weapon, and then he had rubbed it against a bullet to make it seem it was a gunshot.
