Chương 117: Chapter 50 New Ideas

"The docks aren't that big, and the dockworkers all know each other. You're saying you don't know who's missing after the explosion?" Winters slammed the table hard.

"There're too many people on the docks, and anyone with the strength can become a dockworker, how could we remember everyone?" The man being interrogated answered flawlessly, "Your Honor, the constable, why don't you ask someone else?"

Winters asked various other questions from different angles, but the man stuck to his story that he knew nothing.

"Get out," an exhausted Winters waved his hand, "Send in the next one."

The man left, and another short, stocky man took his place in the chair.

This little man sat uneasily on the stool, lips pressed tightly together, saying nothing.

"May I have your name?" Winters politely broke the silence.

Before he finished speaking, the stout man sprang up as if stung in the buttocks, shouting, "I know nothing!"

"I'm asking for your name..."

"I know nothing!"

"Your name..."