Mo Junhua believed that evil would never overpower righteousness, justice resides in people's hearts.
For seven days, he neither ate nor drank nor slept, confined in a solitary room with only a palm-sized skylight for ventilation, with no water for bathing.
Interrogations continued from morning, with a new team each day. A hint of irony curled his lips—Mo Junhua never imagined that one day he would be scrutinized; he was always the one scrutinizing others. No wonder the elderly often say that the world is unpredictable.
"Comrade Mo Junhua, being a veteran yourself, there's no need for us to reiterate the discipline of the organization, right?"
The two middle-aged military men sent by the higher-ups spoke earnestly, after reviewing Mo Junhua's files, they felt deeply pained. Such a promising young man had taken the wrong path, what a pity.
Mo Junhua looked at them calmly, people in politics always liked to beat around the bush.
