Lee Man remained silent, but how could Zhou Quan possibly let him off?
Arms folded, Zhou Quan pierced straight into Lee Man's heart with a gaze as sharp as a hawk's.
"Mr. Lee, another suspect in your Painter gang has now emerged besides you."
"Although you just colluded with Ms. Wu Xiuqing to align your stories, I don't believe the two of you can read each other's minds."
"Based on the evidence the Police Force currently has, and the behavior of you and Ms. Wu Xiuqing."
"The Police Force has every reason to believe that the so-called Painter is either you or Wu Xiuqing."
At this point, Zhou Quan quietly watched every change in Lee Man's expression with a meaningful gaze.
With his god's-eye view, Zhou Quan actually had a few tentative suspicions about Painter's true identity.
However, a suspicion was still only a suspicion.
As a police officer, he had to have conclusive evidence before he could make an arrest.
And the changes in Lee Man's expression now could undoubtedly help Zhou Quan make a more accurate judgment.
Although these could not serve as evidence in court, they could give Zhou Quan an opening.
Sure enough, by observing the changes in Lee Man's microexpressions, Zhou Quan caught some terror, along with a trace of smugness.
The terror was easy to explain. The cases involving Painter were far too serious.
Lee Man alone could never shoulder such grave charges.
It was only because Hong Kong Island had no death penalty.
Otherwise, a bullet would certainly be waiting for Painter.
After all, as the mastermind behind a series of crimes, Painter had done much more than merely take part in producing and selling Super Dollars.
The seven financial security guards at the Canada Highway Central Bank, the eighty-two dead and one