"Who are you? Why did you poison them?" Qin Bo's tone was cold and ruthless.

  The man's body and mind shook, and he was suddenly speechless.

  Who is he? He's just a janitor.

  An hour ago, someone found him and told him that if he admitted to the Presidential Palace incident, his wife, son and grandson would receive 10 million.

  For the money, he agreed.

  It wasn't until he was caught that he knew what he had admitted to.

  But others have said that if he doesn't admit it, his sons, grandsons and wife will all have to die.

  "My name is Zhang Fugou, I'm a sanitation worker." The man's body trembled, his face as pale as earth.

  Qin Bo didn't know who they had arranged to replace him beforehand, but as soon as he saw this lucky dog Zhang Fu, he was so angry that he almost cursed his mother.

  Is this also too perfunctory?

  Why did a janitor kill the Iron Triangle of Tokyo?

  Can this absurd lie be passed off?

  Up till now, he couldn't help but continue asking: "Why did you kill them?"

  "I didn't kill them." Zhang Fugou burst into loud sobs, kneeling on the floor, "I didn't kill them, didn't kill them."

  "You didn't kill them?" Qin Bo's eyes widened as he stared at Liang Zhenhu, "What's going on here?"

  Liáng Zhèn Hú grabbed Zhang Fú Gǒu's neck, his face filled with rage: "You son of a bitch, when I asked you earlier, why didn't you say it wasn't you who killed them? You even proudly told me how you killed them, have you forgotten so quickly?"

  Strange, with Liang Zhenhu's one roar, Zhang Fugou instantly went limp and fell to the ground.

  "I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong. It was me, it was me, all me. I'm dissatisfied with society, dissatisfied with my own work, and secretly put rat poison bought online into the wine, didn't expect to poison them, I only poisoned three cups!"

  It's obvious to everyone that Zhang Fugou is just talking nonsense.

  How can he enter the wine storage room just because he sweeps the floor?

  Still had three cups?

  How come it's so coincidental? All three cups were taken by Tie San Jiao?

  Zhang Fugou himself knew that he couldn't extricate himself from this matter today.

  Liáng Zhèn Hú's unspoken implication is already very clear. If he dares not to admit, he will probably never see the sun tomorrow again.

  Of course, even if he is acknowledged, it doesn't mean that he can see tomorrow's sun. The key point is that his wife and children don't have to accompany him in death.

  "Ah! Shouldn't we be grateful that we're not so unlucky?"

  "How can the management of the Presidential Palace be so lax? Someone was even able to poison the drinks?"

  "This Zhang Fugui is simply deserving of death, poisoning the Iron Triangle, I think he deserves to die a thousand times."

  People whispered among themselves, and Liang Zhenhu also knew that letting things develop on their own was not a good thing.

  For now, let's cut through the tangled mess and take care of Zhang Fugou first.

  "You damned bastard, how dare you poison the President's own nephew? I think you're tired of living!"

  Before he could finish speaking, Liang Zhenhu pulled out a pistol from his bodyguard and aimed it at Zhang Fugui, ready to shoot.

  "Wait."

  A low, mysterious voice sounded behind him, startling him so much that he jumped in fright.

  In fact, everyone was shocked.

  Can people who have been pronounced dead by doctors still make a sound?

  And it's so gloomy and scary? Isn't it frightening?

  Is this really the sound of the night that has just passed away on earth? Not mistaken?

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