At this moment, Zhao Lin, panting heavily, walked over slowly, glaring hatefully at Wu Yun, who looked like a dead dog, and spoke coldly.
Seeing blood in many places on Zhao Lin's body but finding her uninjured, Lu Chuan didn't refuse and nodded.
Zhao Lin was a police officer, and she should have been involved in interrogations previously, so she was probably proficient at such tasks.
Now, Wu Yun, with one leg blown off, lay on the ground, covered in a layer of ash, and groaned in pain.
Soon after, a dazed Wu Yun regained consciousness, slowly propped himself up with both hands, and struggled to sit up.
Bang!
Unexpectedly, just as Wu Yun tremblingly sat up, Zhao Lin kicked him in the chest, knocking him back onto the ground.
"Ah~ Damn woman, just wait, you'll die terribly!"
The violent motion directly affected his leg injury, causing Wu Yun to scream in agony and curse Zhao Lin angrily.
"Speak! What's your background? If you don't talk, I'll kill you!"
