Lee Man stared blankly at the Character Portrait before him, looking as wretched as a defeated rooster.
All his earlier acting seemed so feeble and hollow in the face of this portrait.
"Mr. Lee, I'm very impressed that you could draw a flawless template for US currency entirely by hand."
A teasing smile curved Zhou Quan's lips as he watched the silent, dejected Lee Man before him.
"Quite frankly, your eyes and hands are more precise than the most advanced copier in the world."
Folding his arms, he continued unhurriedly, "That's why I have great confidence in your powers of observation and description."
"As it happens, I know a fair bit about drawing myself, and character sketches are my specialty."
"I believe this portrait must depict someone you've seen with your own eyes."
"Besides that, I've also studied psychology, particularly microexpressions."
At this point, Zhou Quan paused briefly, the mockery deep in his eyes becoming even more apparent.
"Your performance just now was excellent, Mr. Lee. Your story was full of twists and turns, truly gripping."
"Unfortunately, to me, you looked like nothing more than a monkey jumping up and down."
"I often teach my men to hypothesize boldly and verify carefully."
"Since I've already determined that much of what you've said was embellished..."
"Why don't we give each other a little time?"
"I'll go investigate the person in this portrait. You can give some thought to how you should continue your story, Mr. Lee."
With that, Zhou Quan personally took the notebook from in front of Lee Man and headed straight out of the interrogation room.
Chow Sing Sing and Chung Kam-ming, who had been sitting on either side of him, immediately followed their boss.
Zhou Quan hadn't had anyone put handcuffs or leg irons on Lee Man, instead