"This is a game of choice. I will ask questions. I will give you two answers. How to choose is your business." Ji Rantan said: "Of course, you also have to pay the corresponding price or get the corresponding reward for your choice."

Cheng An frowned. It was like playing games with elementary school students.

But he didn't hate it, and was even a little curious. He stayed in that space for too long. He needed someone to talk to him, even Ji Ran would be fine.

Ji Ran's slender fingers turned the black-shelled pen, and then tapped it rhythmically a few times on the wooden table, and the inexplicable tension was derived from the inquiry room.

Cheng An suddenly felt that this place was not much better than that dark space.

"Your name is Cheng An, yes or no."

"yes."

“The reason for joining that organization is to feel freedom and pleasure.”

"yes."

"You're scared now."

"No." He had calmed down a lot in his mood and was not afraid.

"Which one do you want to choose for life and commitment?" Ji Ran's pen turned around beautifully at his fingertips, and then tapped on the table. His eyes were cold and ruthless.

Cheng An's pupils trembled, and his hands, controlled by handcuffs, were nervously entangled behind him. He unconsciously thought about Ji Ran's problems.

Life and commitment.

"Life." He answered decisively, with a resolute and firm look on his face.

Ji Ran lowered his eyes, he had almost known what he needed to know.

"Tell me the purpose of that organization."

"I don't know." Cheng An did not answer unexpectedly, with calmness on his face.

"Give me an explanation."

Before he knew it, Cheng An was already answering Ji Ran's question seriously. A faint darkness appeared on his embarrassed face: "I am just a lower-level person in the organization, and I don't know much."

"Tell me you know." Ji Ran didn't care. Even if Cheng An didn't know, there must be a reason to ask him to go to the auction.

Cheng An pursed his lips and said nothing. He was confused and embarrassed in his eyes. He looked up at the serious Ji Ran, and thought for a while before he could say.

"The purpose I know is not only about conducting underground transactions, but also about whether the relationship between you and your wife Mo Niannian is good."

Ji Ran frowned. This matter was involved in Mo Niannian.

His pupils shrank slightly, and soon returned to calm. His thin lips rose up lightly: "Continue."

"I don't know the others." Cheng An said calmly: "I have only received so many orders."

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief because he only knew so much, and after saying it, he found that it was just that. It seemed that it was not good to know too much.

Ji Ran looked at Cheng An coldly for a few seconds, and nodded after confirming that he had not lie.

When I got up, my body proportions of the sky were jealous. I stepped out with my long legs, but after a while, two surveillance personnel walked in.

Ji Ran stood at the door, watching his two men control Cheng An again and put a black hood on him.

"What are you doing!" Chen Yifeng shouted!

He was almost roaring, and there was a feeling of deceiving others from his heart. The familiar darkness made him fall into fear in an instant. He struggled wildly, and even sat on the ground and refused to leave like a fool.

But the two men were the ones who were more powerful after all. He was pulled up and felt unwilling to accept it: "Ji Ran! You lied to me!"

Didn’t he say it and protect him as long as he says it? Why do he still have to control him?

He doesn't want to return to that enclosed space!

"I didn't lie to you." Ji Ran said coldly: "I will hand you over to the police again, and I will ask you to make up for your merits. However, if your merits cannot completely offset your merits, you will still be punished."

"You will be sentenced to life imprisonment." Ji Ran sneered. Will the police protect you in prison, right?

Cheng An couldn't accept it. He continued to roar and express his dissatisfaction. His hands were struggling with red marks. He only felt a flame in his chest, constantly stimulating him.

"Don't think you are wronged. You know how much you have done with the name Chen Yifeng."

Cheng An froze and stopped struggling, but after a while, he said, "What do you know?"

Another strange fear surrounded him. He thought that the organization was the most powerful, so no matter what he did, there would be no clues, and no police ever came to him.

His body began to tremble slightly, and Cheng An clenched his fists with both hands and controlled himself.

He thought that as long as he didn't say it, no one would know it.

But now...

"Three years ago, you used a fire to cover up your stupid aunt and uncle."

"After entering the organization, you started selling all kinds of drugs and dangerous goods, and killed many people."

Ji Ran said Cheng An’s fault in the most fair voice: “These two are enough to sentence you to death, but there are more.”

Ji Ran looked at the man in front of him whose face was covered by a black hood, and a hint of coldness flashed through his eyes, and a little gloomy on his handsome face.

Cheng An stopped struggling and was taken out by two surveillance personnel.

Ji Ran also returned home from get off work. He was very tired. He began to get tired from knowing that the organization had thought about Mo Niannian.

He was even a little scared. What should he do if he couldn't protect her well?

There was a lively figure in the huge villa of Ji's family entering and leaving the kitchen.

It was already past seven o'clock in the evening. Mo Niannian surrounded the pink hello. The soft wavy curly hair at the waist was loose. There was no makeup on her face, but it seemed like she had makeup on her. Her skin was not good.

She stood in front of the white marble table and admired the delicious dishes she made. Ji Ran liked.

She asked the servants at home to go home first. This time she wanted to make a sumptuous dinner for Ji Ran herself!

Mo Niannian picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and tightened her mouth. The soft and sweet meat made her feel more confident.

The smile on her face became deeper. She took off her apron and sat at the long dining table waiting for Ji Ran to come back.

As expected, Ji Ran arrived home in five minutes.

When he stood at the door, he saw Mo Niannian's pretty little face, and his mood improved a lot.

Mo Niannian jumped over and said, "Thank you for your hard work today!"

Since Ji Ran started working in the police station again, he has come back much later every day, and there is always a hint of tiredness between his eyebrows.

She felt very distressed when she saw it, so she decided to let him relax at least when she was back home.

However, she actually has another purpose after cooking such a large table of dishes today.
Chapter completed!