"Go!" The prison guard, seeing that the prisoner wouldn't move, got a little angry and shouted hastily.
The prisoner glanced up at him, didn't say a word, and just walked forward leisurely, as though he weren't a prisoner but rather the boss here.
In the interrogation room, Yan Zhen Guo sat calmly in a chair, with the prison guard beside him.
Shortly after, the prison guard brought the prisoner in. The guard sitting next to Yan Zhen Guo greeted him, then stood up and walked out.
However, before leaving, he firmly handcuffed the prisoner's hands to the table and his ankles to the chair.
The prisoner stretched his wrists unwillingly and said, "Do you guys think this is reasonable? Handcuffing my hands and feet like this, do you really think I'm a terrorist?"
People here rarely encountered the foreign term "terrorist." The prison guard glanced at him, closed the door, and said, "Captain, you only have half an hour. Please make the most of it."
