This Is Me

The room was spacious.

How spacious?

Extremely spacious.

This was where the National Security Committee held events. In a room of more than a thousand square meters, there were only five tables and six chairs.

Two senior National Security Committee officials, one senior Military Intelligence Agency officer, one senior Department of Defense officer, and one senior supervisor from the federal Ministry of Internal Affairs.

An impressive lineup.

Lin Qi sat before them, without the slightest trace of unease, much less fear.

Of course, the five people across from him would not assume he was innocent simply because he appeared exceptionally calm. They were all workers on the security front, and their acting abilities far surpassed those of the so-called "best actors."

The first question from the National Security Committee official was very direct: Why had he not reported the situation aboard the ship to the security agencies and requested assistance, instead mobilizing Blackstone Security's Field Operations personnel? And why had he also asked Lyme, the Bu Peien brokerage company manager who had been missing ever since, to build a position and short-sell Every Moment?

This was also a question many people wanted answered. How had he made such an accurate judgment in those circumstances? Or had he already known before the problem broke out?

"May I smoke?" Lin Qi took out his cigarette case and held up his million-dollar lighter. He might have been the only person aboard the ship who had not been injured.

The several interrogators exchanged glances, then nodded and allowed Lin Qi to smoke.

He moved neither quickly nor slowly, lighting his cigarette with a certain flair. He took a drag, then slowly exhaled.

The pale blue smoke he exhaled was tinged with yellow. This place was large and sealed, so the smoke did not disperse.