"This question should be asked by me, tell me, your name and your identity."
"Zhang Xueli, head of the production department."
"Miss Zhang, I have another question, and I hope you can answer me truthfully. Where are you holding the hostages?"
"Hostages? What hostages?" Zhang Xueli replied coldly, "You must be mistaken, this is a legitimate factory, not a criminal organization."
Ling Chen slightly lifted his lips: "Miss Zhang, we're all sensible people, why pretend to be confused in front of me." Saying this, he slightly applied pressure with the dagger in his hand, leaving a crease on Zhang Xueli's delicate neck, "I keep my word; as long as you tell me where the hostages are, I will spare your life and not harm you."
Zhang Xueli hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "Third floor, count from the left, the second bedroom, the person you're looking for is there."