"Don't let him die yet." Mu Cangchen strode past Supervisor Zhang.
Supervisor Zhang's fat face fiercely twitched. He didn't even bother to ask Mu Cangchen as he rushed into the interrogation room.
At first glance, he saw Brother Biao, who was sitting paralyzed at the corner of the wall. The chair he was sitting on had been broken into pieces, and blood stained the floor. His arms and legs were badly twisted and deformed, and a part of his chest had caved in.
Mu Cangchen! You fucking cause trouble for me!
At this moment, if someone told him that Brother Biao was dead, he would believe. The man on the ground didn't seem to be alive at all.
He quickly took out his phone and made a call to the medical examiner. "Xiaochen, bring splints and bandages to the interrogation room to fix the bones, the more, the better."
Xiaochen immediately came to the interrogation room with a bundle of splints and bandages.
"Boss, here it is." She lowered her head and said in a pleasing manner.