C97 Playing dirty your father is your ancestor

Fengcheng sub-bureau, interrogation room.

Long Lin was cuffed to the interrogation chair, and sat across from him along with two other policemen in their thirties, expressionlessly looking at him.

The Yanjing in June was unbearably hot, and inside the interrogation room with the thousand watts light on, it was even hotter than a steamer.

He's going all out