Chapter 549: I Hid a Hundred Million Outside

"Good!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Dazhang immediately stood up and asked with a face full of excitement:

"Were those two injured?"

Liu Miao didn't think twice and answered directly:

"No. According to colleagues from the general team, after they shot Cheng Wenhao, Hu Kang and Li Min seemed to have lost their backbone and immediately gave up resistance."

This was also reasonable.

For people, death is often the greatest deterrent.

When witnessing a companion being shot dead, the fear deep within the heart is instantly triggered; this fear makes them lose the courage to continue resisting.

"Let's go to the Municipal Bureau." Yu Dazhang said to Lu Zhongxin beside him.

In the moment he turned his head, he glanced at Zhang Yanlong.

At this moment, Zhang Yanlong's mouth was wide open, his eyes filled with panic; he seemed to want to shout something, but his throat was as if blocked by something, and he could not make a sound no matter what.

As if he had lost interest in him, Yu Dazhang didn't look at him again and walked straight ahead.

But just as he reached the door, Zhang Yanlong suddenly struggled, the handcuffs clashing against the partition, making a "clatter" sound.

Yu Dazhang stopped his steps and turned to look at him.

He saw Zhang Yanlong's face flushed red, his mouth open, and finally he forced out two words:

"I'll talk!"

"Too late." Yu Dazhang said coldly:

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Now..."

"No, don't go!" Zhang Yanlong, with a tear-stained face, interrupted:

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have hoped for a lucky break. Give me another chance; I'll tell everything!"

Seeing that his purpose had been achieved, Yu Dazhang no longer held back and sat down again.

"Start from the beginning, and be detailed."

Afraid he would say half and withhold half, Yu Dazhang specifically reminded him:

"This is your last chance. If you don't speak clearly, there's no need for you to speak."

While saying this, he turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on Liu Miao, signaling that she could return.

Actually, Liu Miao's entry to report just now was all arranged by Yu Dazhang in advance.

As soon as the interrogation began, Ma Jian and Liu Miao had been closely watching every move in the interrogation room from the observation room.

As long as Yu Dazhang made a specific gesture, they would come over to cooperate in the act.

Facts proved that this method was very effective.

"Okay, okay."

Zhang Yanlong agreed verbally, pondered for a while, and then slowly said:

"When I first came in, they bullied me, making me sleep at the bottom of the bunk. That place was narrow and cramped, and it was right next to the toilet."

His voice trembled slightly:

"Every night I could only sleep on my side. Moving even a little would make me bump into the person next to me. The smell from the toilet would drift over from time to time, making me nauseous."

The more Zhang Yanlong spoke, the more agitated he became, and his speech rate got faster and faster:

"I sleep lightly to begin with; I'm easily woken by the slightest noise. So as long as someone went to the toilet, I could definitely hear it."

He spoke a bit wordily, but Yu Dazhang didn't interrupt him, just listening quietly.

The more he did this, the more it showed that Zhang Yanlong was detailing the whole story.

If he were asked to pick out the key points, many details would inevitably be missed.

And what Yu Dazhang wanted to hear most was the details.

"For the first three days after I came in, I hardly slept at all."

Zhang Yanlong took a deep breath and continued:

"On the fourth day, I simply couldn't endure such torment anymore, so I decided to find Cheng Wenhao, hoping he could help me adjust my bunk."

His voice was somewhat low, seeming to carry a trace of unwillingness and anger:

"As a result, he not only didn't adjust it for me, but he also scolded me. He said I shouldn't be so pretentious and should learn to adapt to the environment."

Zhang Yanlong's tone became even more agitated:

"Tui~! He speaks lightly. Why doesn't he adapt to the environment? Why doesn't he sleep next to the toilet?"

"If it weren't for our cell being close to the duty room, he would have beaten me that day."