"Be honest? Honest about what?"
Wu Jie picked up his wine glass, smiling faintly as he asked.
Zheng chuckled, stood up, locked the private room door, and pulled the curtains shut.
Then he took an anti-eavesdropping device out of his bag and placed it on the table.
Finally, he unlocked and opened a tablet, revealing a death certificate report.
"Nobody else is here. No outsiders, no hierarchy. Just the two of us, brothers! Whatever you say to me today, I promise not to leak a single word!"
"Just think of it as my insatiable curiosity, a deep need to resolve this mystery..."
Zheng's words were crystal clear to Wu Jie.
A killer who had clearly been shot dead on the spot—how could he suddenly escape from a cryogenically frozen morgue?
Not only that, he even assaulted people, hijacked a car, and rampaged his way through the countryside, only to end up getting mauled to death by a pack of wolves deep in the mountains.
The publicly announced reason? Faux death.
