"Sign your name if you don't have any objections." The person recording the interrogation casually threw him the record book. His voice was flat and carried a hint of disdain and impatience.
Looking at the words written on it, President Lee's face turned ghastly pale and his lips couldn't stop trembling.
He had recounted the events truthfully, but the record was almost entirely different from what he said. They made this record with him only as a formality. The contents of it described everything as his fault, every single detail of it from beginning to end!
"Make sure you answer nicely later. Don't make any trouble for me, otherwise..."
James Lu's words echoed in his ears over and over again, crushing his sanity.
President Lee was sitting in a tiny chair, and the clothes that he had put on in a hurry were all crumpled. He was slightly bent over and his face was covered in black and blue. It was clear at a glance how violently he was beaten.