Bab 237: Two hundred and thirty-six, chess piece

Luo Shu took out a silver needle and, with a swift movement, plunged it into an acupuncture point at the back of Zhao Xing's head.

Zhao Xing's gaze became vacant as the needle pierced his skin.

"Did you start the fire?" Luo Shu asked again.

"It wasn't intentional. I just flicked a cigarette butt, and I don't know how the fire suddenly started," Zhao Xing responded expressionlessly.

Luo Shu frowned slightly, reached out to remove the needle from the back of Zhao Xing's head, and walked out of the interrogation room with Chen Zhihe, "Big Brother Chen, let's release him." Since the arsonist wasn't Zhao Xing, keeping him detained would be futile, and expecting him to compensate for the losses was out of the question.

The workers recently recruited were all from struggling households. If they were to make Zhao Xing compensate for the damage, it would be asking for his life, for he could not afford it.