He Wenzhan paid no heed whatsoever to Yim Sai Kau's threat.
He had dared to tell Chan Chi-kit to teach Yim Sai Kau a lesson just now, let alone now that all the surveillance equipment in the interrogation room had stopped working.
Even if Yim Sai Kau sued the five Security Department officers present, where would he find the evidence?
Chan Chi-kit had controlled his strength carefully. Those two punches would leave no traces of injury on Yim Sai Kau.
As for what He Wenzhan would do next, he had plenty of ways to deal with that bastard Yim Sai Kau.
"Since you've put it that way, I ought to live up to your words!"
A rare trace of a smile appeared on He Wenzhan's face. He sneered and said, "Bottled water, a phone book, or Judicial Coffee. Pick one!"
At those words, panic instantly spread across Yim Sai Kau's face.
The fear in his heart instantly suppressed even the pain in his body.
As an older-generation figure in Hong Kong Island's underworld, Yim Sai Kau was naturally familiar with the Police Force's unsavory methods.
He might as well find somewhere comfortable to sit and simply wait for the subsequent results.
If Wei Xingguang really could withstand Yim Sai Kau's methods, Zhou Quan would respect him as someone of substance.
"Boss, Wei Xingguang's talking!"
"Judicial" referred both to the judicial authority represented by the Police Force and to a phonetic play on "strands of hair."
Unless the suspect went to the hospital for timely treatment, it was guaranteed to give him diarrhea until he collapsed from exhaustion.
Meanwhile, Chan Chi-kit held Wei Xingguang underfoot as he pulled off his shoes and socks.
"And He Wenzhan wanted to open up Hong Kong Island's drug market. The two sides hit it off