Damn! Li Enci! That old bastard! Lips tighter than a bank vault!
Chen Mo leaned against the frigid tile wall outside the interrogation room, the wound beneath his right shoulder blade throbbing with each pulse, a searing agony like a red-hot wire sawing through muscle. He dragged deeply on the cheap cigarette clamped between his fingers, the harsh, acrid smoke scraping his raw throat, yet failing to quell the volatile storm of frustration and fury threatening to erupt within his chest. Three days! Three interminable days! Xiaoyu lay in the ICU, a fragile vessel tethered to life by cold machines, her faint heartbeat a fragile thread. Zhang Hui remained sequestered in isolation, her speech still fractured whispers. Xu Na endured agonizing gastric lavage, expelling vile, putrid matter. Z
