Lin Zhong thought for a moment and agreed to Zuo Qingcang's request.

Since Zuo Qingcang is confident, it might not be a bad idea to let him try.

After getting Lin Zhong's permission, Zuo Qingcang walked into the interrogation room, closed the door, and sat down opposite the prisoner in a carefree manner.

The prisoner's face was pale, his spirit was listless, and his breath was extremely weak. He was like a candle in the wind, as if it might be extinguished at any time. It was none other than Zuo Qingcang's defeated general, Wang Mingsheng, the head of the Wulang Sect.

The interrogation room was made of special materials, which had extremely strong sound insulation effect and could also block the warrior's perception, so Wang Mingsheng was unaware of what was happening outside.

At this moment, Wang Mingsheng lowered his head and closed his eyes slightly, looking like he was dying.

The previous confrontation with Xu Fengxu consumed most of Wang Mingsheng's energy.

If it weren't for Grandmaster Huajing's physique being far superior to ordinary people, he would never have been able to hold on now.

Wang Mingsheng looks calm on the outside, but is actually very complicated inside.

He wants to live.

Ants still live in vain, let alone humans?

But he has the blood of members of the Wu League on his hands, and he also colludes with foreign forces in an attempt to subvert the Wu League's control over the martial arts community in Bigang City.

Regardless of whether he pleads guilty or not, he will not end well.

It was precisely because Wang Mingsheng understood this that he completely gave up taking chances and decided to fight to the end.

Zuo Qingcang squinted his eyes and observed Wang Mingsheng for a while.

Seeing how Wang Mingsheng is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, if he uses force to extract a confession, it will definitely not have much effect. On the contrary, it will strengthen his determination to carry on.

Zuo Qingcang's thoughts turned rapidly, and a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he deliberately said in a slow tone: "Master Wang, we meet again."

Wang Mingsheng turned a deaf ear to Zuo Qingcang's words.

"It's really pitiful that the leader of such a dignified sect has become a prisoner."

Zuo Qingcang crossed his arms across his chest, crossed his legs on the table, and said to himself: "Actually, I can't figure it out. With your identity, status and strength, why do you want to be Cheng Ailun's lackey?"

"What benefits did Cheng Ailun promise you that you would not hesitate to betray your compatriots, risk the disapproval of the world, and brazenly attack the Wumeng branch?"

Wang Mingsheng's cheek muscles twitched, but he remained silent.

"We have indeed not found evidence yet, but other people's bones may not be as hard as yours. From their mouths, we can also ask for the truth. The reason why we interrogate you first is out of respect for the strong."

Zuo Qingcang's sharp words cut Wang Mingsheng to pieces: "Master Wang, except for us, who else cares about your poor self-esteem now? I hope you don't use our tolerance as bargaining capital!"

Wang Mingsheng's hands clenched into fists unconsciously, his eyelids trembled a few times, and he almost wanted to open them, but he immediately controlled them with great perseverance.

Seeing that Wang Mingsheng still refused to pay attention to him, Zuo Qingcang's patience finally ran out.

He decided to change his approach.

"You should have guessed your fate. Yes, you won't live long. After catching Cheng Ailun, we will execute you together with him to serve as a warning to others."

Zuo Qingcang raised his chin slightly, his eyes were stern, and his tone was cold: "Perhaps it is because you understand this that you are unwilling to cooperate with our investigation."

"Honestly, your death is not a pity. You only pity your parents, wife, children and apprentices. From now on, you will bear the infamy and live in the contempt of the world like a street rat."

Wang Mingsheng's eyes suddenly opened, his pupils were bloodshot, and he stared at Zuo Qingcang.

Zuo Qingcang looked at Wang Mingsheng expressionlessly, his brows filled with a condescending and ruthless tone.

Wang Mingsheng clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands were exposed, and said in a dry and hoarse voice: "It's not the fault of my family. It's me who made the mistake, and it has nothing to do with them!"

"Is it really irrelevant?"

Zuo Qingcang leaned forward, his eyes as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to penetrate Wang Mingsheng's soul: "Do you dare to promise me that they are completely unaware of what you are doing?"

Wang Mingsheng braced himself and looked at Zuo Qingcang, gritted his teeth and said: "Everyone is responsible for what he does. If you want to kill or behead, you have to do whatever you want. If I frown, I am not a hero!"

"A heroic man? Are you worthy of mentioning these four words?"

Zuo Qingcang suddenly changed his face, stood up suddenly, kicked the heavy desk over with one kick, then stretched out his arm, grabbed Wang Mingsheng's collar, and said viciously: "You are a criminal, a traitor, a despicable little guy who betrayed his compatriots.

People are cowards who are greedy for life and afraid of death, so stop pretending in front of me!"

The blood on Wang Mingsheng's face disappeared instantly.

"The Wulang sect's hundreds of years of inheritance will be cut off in your hands. Those dead ancestors will have no peace and will be humiliated because of you. You will be nailed to the pillar of shame and will be infamy for thousands of years."

Zuo Qingcang said word by word: "Is this what you want?"

Under Zuo Qingcang's merciless words, Wang Mingsheng's psychological defense completely collapsed.

Outside the interrogation room, Xu Feng and Pei Hong, who watched the entire process through a one-way glass wall, were full of admiration and looked at Zuo Qingcang with admiration.

"The master of the left courtyard is amazing."

Xu Feng quietly said to Pei Hong: "I thought he was just good at martial arts, but I didn't expect he was so good at talking. I feel a little sorry for Wang Mingsheng."

"yes."

Pei Hong nodded sympathetically: "Sea water cannot be measured, and people cannot be measured by appearance. The master of Zuo Yin is brave and resourceful. We all underestimated him before."

While talking, the two of them secretly looked at Lin Zhong's expression.

It's a pity that Lin Zhong kept his poker face from beginning to end and couldn't tell anything.

In the interrogation room, Zuo Qingcang had already begun his cross-examination of Wang Mingsheng.

It's a pity that he didn't prepare in advance. He kept asking questions with a hammer and a stick, but he always failed to get to the key points.

"Go and help Master Zuo." Lin Zhong said to Xu Feng casually.

"yes."

Xu Feng perked up, clasped his fists to accept the order, and immediately pushed the door open and entered.

With Xu Feng joining, everything went smoothly, and Wang Mingsheng quickly explained what he knew.

What is surprising is that the reason why Wang Mingsheng defected to the White Eagle Federation was not for money or genetic modification, but because of an old case.

When Wang Mingsheng was young, he had a fiery personality and was very aggressive. Once he had a physical conflict with an ordinary person and accidentally beat him to death.

At that time, Wang Mingsheng had just joined the Wulang Sect and had won the favor of the previous leader. Because of his extraordinary qualifications, he was far ahead of the other brothers, so he was trained as the next leader.

Wang Mingsheng was worried that the news would leak out and affect his reputation and future, so he simply went on to silence all the witnesses and disguised it as an accident.
Chapter completed!