Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Xiang Wan sighed quietly inside her heart.

This topic shouldn’t have started at all.

Bai Muchuan didn’t like others mentioning what he had gone through when he was young…

However, he seemed to be fully at ease about it, as though he didn’t notice Ding Yifan and Tang Yuanchu’s flummoxed expressions. He looked at An Ying casually. “You’ve never hit me. But that was only because you’re not my instructor.”

That school arranged students into classes by their age and their degree of education.

Wei Gang was not Bai Muchuan’s instructor, but it was by no means a huge school – they did meet each other before.

“I didn’t do it, I really didn’t!”

An Ying was unusually agitated. It was clear that he could not get over what had happened.

“It’s that b*stard Feng Min and his group of *ssholes. They wanted to drag me down by ganging up to accuse me.”

“If you didn’t abuse the students, why would they take the opportunity to drag you down?” Bai Muchuan sneered. “And you tell me that you’re innocent?”

“Of course I’m innocent! What do you know? It’s because I refused to join Feng Min and the others, that was why they picked on me and humiliated me… Detective Bai, why didn’t you think about why I had a hard time at that school? The actual reason was because I stood by my principles! I’m actually a kind person!”

Bai Muchuan’s lips pursed slightly and remained quiet.

Xiang Wan was dumbfounded by his claim that he was a kind person.

Sure enough, the thing that people did best was making excuses for themselves.

Wrongs? Sins? To them, all these were non-existent.

“Wei Gang!” Bai Muchuan’s face was expressionless. “You have been tried for your past deeds. I have no right to judge if it was fair or unfair. If you feel that you have been wronged, you can file for an appeal… Right now, we only want to know about the current case.”

Bai Muchuan got back on topic again.

An Ying heaved a helpless sigh. “I’ve nothing to say on this.”

His handcuffed hands rested weakly on his legs. He looked as if he had given up on himself. His gaze gradually turned cold. “I know what you guys are up to… You guys think that there’s someone behind all of these, right?”

He laughed, looking away.

He closed his eyes.

“There’s no such person at all. The one who looked me up previously has already left the country… Even if you guys wanted to catch him, it’s already too late.”

“It’s our business if we are able to catch him or not.” Bai Muchuan’s tone was serious and cold. “You only need to tell us who he is.”

“I don’t know him at all.”

“Then start with how you come into contact with him…”

“Detective Bai, you’ve asked this numerous times…”

“I don’t mind hearing it one more time.”

An Ying opened his eyes slowly. “It has been too long. I forgot.”

He was trying to equivocate the question.

It was clear that he had developed resistance to answering the questions.

Bai Muchuan quipped, “Why didn’t you forget about your last name?”

An Ying gave a lazy yawn. “How can I forget that? Detective Bai, it’s already so late. Please don’t ask the same questions over and over again, it’s really tiring. When you ask a question, I will answer it and the cycle repeats itself… I’ve already pleaded guilty. How much longer are you going to interrogate me?”

“As long as there are doubts about the case,” replied Bai Muchuan, “we will investigate to the end.”

An Ying puffed a sigh in resignation. “Take it that I’m begging you! Can’t you close this case already and give me the death sentence soon?”

Most people who entered the detention center wanted to come out of it alive.

It was a rare sight to see anyone actually asking to receive their death sentence.

Bai Muchuan’s face sank as he stared at An Ying without a word.

Xiang Wan suddenly chuckled when she took a glance at him. “You want to die so badly?”

She had been silent the entire time, so An Ying’s attention was not on her.

Her sudden remark got An Ying’s attention and his line of sight immediately landed on Xiang Wan.

“Yeah!” he sneered. “I want to die! I want to die so much. To tell the truth, I’ve been dead from the moment I got arrested. Since death is just a matter of time, why not die earlier?”

“Maybe you’re right.”

Xiang Wan acknowledged that.

“However, I’ve heard that many people who want to die actually fear death and had feelings of regret when the time of death arrived… I hope that you’re not an exception. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have tried your best to escape from the police that day.”

An Ying looked at her coldly.

His attitude towards her was somewhat disdainful.

“Young lady, there are still many years ahead of you. Don’t pretend that you know everything. What can you know with your age?”

“I don’t, that’s why I wanted to ask you something.” A cold, crafty glint flashed past Xiang Wan’s smiling eyes. Her gaze was sharp as she looked at An Ying. “I’m curious. What kind of person would make you rather plead guilty and die, and stay tight-lipped?”

An Ying tilted his head and revealed a cold smirk.

“You have a good imagination. So you’re the one who wrote the book?”

Oh! So he really did know about her.

Xiang Wan understood that An Ying had been watching her.

Nevertheless, there were some differences in meeting someone online against meeting someone offline.

Xiang Wan smiled as she propped her head on her hands for a while. “Yeah! I’m the web novelist who wrote the book that you’ve been supporting.”

An Ying showed an ironic smile. He obviously didn’t think much of her.

“I’ve long heard of your name!”

He didn’t seem to want to talk to Xiang Wan.

But Xiang Wan didn’t want to let him off so easily.

“Just as you’ve said, I’m an author so my brain tends to be more active and imaginative. Please allow me to make an inference. The one who looked you up must be someone whom you trust a lot.”

An Ying rolled his eyes and kept quiet.

Xiang Wan showed a casual smile. “After Cui Ming’s death, it was not easy for you to gather the remaining men and lead the Dark Clan. With your innate cowardly nature, you’re not someone who is willing to take risks.”

An Ying’s face was grim and brooding.

He kept quiet.

“At that time, you must’ve been very thankful to be able to escape unscathed from the police,” continued Xiang Wan, “even though you might have thoughts to exact revenge on society, you couldn’t implement it in such a short period. This is because you still need to evade the police and stabilize your business channels. All these require time. Hence, when that person showed up, he changed you.”

An Ying sent a glare over. “Why do you think of me as weak and cowardly? On what basis?”

He growled the last three words rather loudly.

Obviously, that must have bothered him a lot.

Xiang Wan laughed. “It’s because you’ve always been regarded as weak and cowardly by others and you never attempted to defend yourself. It was the same at the special school; it was the same at home and it was still the same at the Dark Clan… Moreover, with your ability, it was not enough for you to control the Dark Clan…”

An Ying’s expression started to turn dark and gloomy.

“Why are you saying all these? Who do you think you are?”

“Simple! Let me tell you why.” Xiang Wan seemed firm and confident. “If you were not weak and cowardly, Feng Min would have died long before the ‘zombie’ case.”

“…”

An Ying was so enraged that he was gasping.

He realized that he was unable to rebuke her argument.

This woman…

She seemed like she could see through him.

What a frightening woman!

It’s too unnerving! He thought.

Xiang Wan smiled and exchanged glances with Bai Muchuan for a moment. She continued to treat An Ying as if she looked down on him.

“Pardon me for being blunt. With your lack of ability, if not for that person, you likely wouldn’t be able to control the Dark Clan, let alone flaunt that the new Dark Clan is even more terrifying than the old one, that even Sister Danyue is wary and fearful of you.”

“That’s only because I kidnapped her daughter!”

An Ying appeared anxious and frustrated.

Nobody likes to be looked down upon by others.

In order to prove her wrong, he even told them the evil deeds that he had committed—