Once the Housing and Highways Department sent over information on all the housing estates on the slopes of Hong Kong Island Tsai, Zhou Quan was confident he could pinpoint Zhang Ziqiang's location even without Ye Jihuan's cooperation.
But by then, there was no telling what would happen to Ye Jihuan.
With so many Gou Hok Jai in Stanley, who knew whether someone might take a dislike to the mute dog?
Everyone present understood exactly what Zhou Quan was implying.
Lok Kai-cheung and the other elite Security Department operatives were all Zhou Quan's trusted subordinates.
At that moment, they all lowered their eyes and kept their thoughts to themselves, acting as though they had heard nothing.
As for Ye Jihuan himself, he was already struggling to endure the intense pain now that the anaesthetic had worn off.
With fear added to the mix, cold sweat drenched his body, and his face grew even paler.
"Sir Kwan, you win!"
Ye Jihuan turned to look at Zhou Quan as though he were a devil who could toy with people's minds, and finally revealed everything he knew.
"44 Shui Tong Road, Hong Kong Island Tsai. Big Tycoon rented a house there."
"I can't guarantee Li Ka-shing's eldest son is still there."
A wise man knew when to yield. Ye Jihuan had no confidence that he could deceive Zhou Quan's discerning eyes.
Once the Housing and Highways Department's information arrived, the countdown to his death would surely begin.
Although his lower body was paralysed, he was still in his prime. How could he possibly resign himself to death?
Zhou Quan, who had already opened his eyes a moment earlier, could confirm that Ye Jihuan was not fooling him.
"Mountains, water, and an auspicious number. Big Tycoon certainly picked himself a fine spot!"
As he slowly