C201 Suicide

Very soon, many people came to drag An Wuzhong along. Even if he had spoken, no one would believe his words.

He was thrown out of the police station and onto the concrete floor. Pain spread through his body, but it was not even 1% of his pain.

An Wuzhong stood up from the ground, his eyes full of anger. He glared at Jiang Zixin, his voice full of reproach, "Jiang Zixin