Just as Zhou Quan had suspected, Madam M was merely a minor player.
Behind her stood a vast criminal organization that supported her-or rather, controlled her.
At that moment, Madam M stared at Zhou Quan in terror.
She had studied the intelligence on Zhou Quan and knew that this celebrated Hong Kong Island police officer was highly accomplished in the psychology of microexpressions.
But she was no ordinary opponent either. She had undergone training in resisting psychological shock interrogation.
Madam M was certain that her surprise had lasted only an instant, and she could guarantee that she had not let it show.
Yet even so, Sir Kwan had caught it.
His command of psychology was truly terrifying.
Madam M drew a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut, making it clear that she would neither cooperate nor respond.
One reason she had offered no resistance during her arrest was that Hong Kong Island had no death penalty.
But the most important reason was that she still held out some hope for the forces behind her.
She was neither a Hong Kong Island local nor a citizen of the Foreigners' Federation.
If the forces behind her were willing to intervene, there was a strong chance they could have her extradited from Hong Kong Island.
Then she might still have a chance to regain her freedom.
"Let me guess what you're thinking right now."
Zhou Quan glanced at Madam M, his voice growing softer and more resonant.
At the same time, the fingers resting on the arm of his sofa began tapping lightly in a steady rhythm.
"What you're counting on is nothing more than the people behind you stepping in to get you out."
"A prison break? That's clearly impossible!"
"With the crimes you've committed, you're guaranteed a bed in Stanley's