Seeing how restless Yang Qi was, Zhang Ming spoke up.
"Team Leader Yang! The rain out at sea is too heavy! The recovery operation isn't over yet! Let's wait a little longer!"
Yang Qi slammed his hand onto the table.
"I know the Buddha Lord is hard to catch! But I refuse to believe... that he could actually escape out at sea!"
With that, he got up and headed back toward the interrogation room. "I'm going to pry something out of them!"
Zhang Ming hurriedly said, "I'll come too!"
"No! Stay by the phone and wait for news from the harbor!"
Things were no easier in the interrogation room.
Anyone who could flee alongside the Buddha Lord was naturally no ordinary subordinate.
The first round of questioning of the twenty-odd suspects had yielded quite a bit of information.
But very little of it concerned the Buddha Lord.
Yang Qi refused to give up. He simply said calmly, "Step up the interrogations! Bring in fresh interrogators and question them again!"
Over an hour later, a horn sounded from the harbor again.
The last group of recovery vessels docked.
The interrogation room door burst open, and Zhang Ming rushed in, visibly excited.
"Quick! Team Leader Yang! There's news from the harbor!"
Yang Qi told the others to continue, then left the interrogation room with Zhang Ming and hurried through the heavy rain to the harbor.
This time, there were almost no survivors.
Bodies wrapped in black bags were carried off the vessels, one after another.
The captain in charge of the recovery operation found Yang Qi and briefed him.
"The storm was too fierce! We expanded the search area and recovered nineteen bodies from the sunken vessel. Patrol boats are still widening the search around the site, but there's little hope now!"