He looked at the map on the wall, then at Zhou Quan beneath it, his expression half amused, half unreadable.
A clear trace of mockery appeared on Ah Fei's face.
"My boss has always been a law-abiding businessman. Officer, aren't you worried we'll file a complaint if you smear his name like this?"
At last, Ah Fei couldn't hold back a scoff.
Even if he really had taken part in making and selling drugs, would he actually mark the factory and warehouse locations on a map for you?
"Even if you don't tell me, I'll still get the answers I want!"
Zhou Quan gave Ah Fei another meaningful look, then pointed with his baton to several different spots on the map.
"Nathan Road. This is your boss Wong Po's territory."
"Nathan Road is all yours. It sounds impressive, but in reality, Nathan Road is just part of Jordan."
"Never mind the whole of Hong Kong Island-even in West Kowloon, Wong Po doesn't amount to much."
"So I can already conclude that your factory and warehouse must be somewhere in West Kowloon."
Hearing this, Ah Fei let out a contemptuous laugh.
He'd thought this damn cop had some earth-shattering revelation to make. And all he had was this load of nonsense?
Their territory was in West Kowloon, so the factory and warehouse would obviously be somewhere they could reach.
But West Kowloon covered nearly three thousand hectares, with hundreds of streets of all sizes and buildings packed close together.
Without one of their own to guide the way, finding a drug factory and warehouse among them would be no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.
So not the slightest bit of panic showed on Ah Fei's face. He watched Zhou Quan as if he were watching a joke.
What Ah Fei didn't know was that Zhou Quan's so-called conclusion was really just a guess, meant to test his reaction.
After all, if Wong Po didn't mind the trouble, he could put the factory and warehouse anywhere in Hong Kong.
If Zhou Quan were in Wong Po's place, he would absolutely keep the factory and warehouse separate.
He would even use another route to transport the drugs.
That way, he could best ensure his own safety.
He could stay behind the scenes and coordinate everything. If anything went wrong on any route, it wouldn't lead back to him.
Zhou Quan had been watching every change in Ah Fei's expression just now.
His reaction clearly confirmed one thing: Wong Po wasn't clever enough to think that far ahead.
That would make it much easier for Zhou Quan to find the location of Wong Po's drug factory and warehouse.
"West Kowloon has Yau Tsim Mong, Kowloon City, Sham Shui Po..."
Zhou Quan tapped the map with his baton, drawing Ah Fei's attention to him.
"Sham Shui Po is further divided into Sham Shui Po, Cheung Sha Wan, Shek Kip Mei..."
"What's in Shek Kip Mei? Walled villages, public housing estates, private apartment buildings, mansions..."
"Are the addresses odd or even numbers? One, three, five, seven, nine..."
As he spoke, a confident smile suddenly appeared at the corners of Zhou Quan's mouth.
"Shek Kip Mei isn't particularly prosperous. There are only a handful of mansions there."
Putting away his baton, Zhou Quan walked over to the interrogation table and placed both hands on it.
He looked down at Ah Fei and delivered his final answer with certainty.
"Mansion No. 9 on Beacon Hill. That's the exact location of Wong Po's drug factory and warehouse!"
Listening to Zhou Quan's rapid-fire words, which had left him no time to react,
Ah Fei, who had been sneering at Zhou Quan with a mocking expression, could no longer keep up that look.
"Are you human or a ghost? How could you possibly guess where our factory and warehouse are?"
Ah Fei's pupils repeatedly dilated and contracted as he struggled in agitation and terror.
At that moment, he looked at Zhou Quan as if he were a devil who could peer into people's hearts.
But the interrogation chair was specially designed and bolted firmly to the floor.
No matter how desperately Ah Fei struggled, he remained shackled in place.
"Human or ghost? This is an application of microexpressions in psychology."
Zhou Quan pulled out a chair and sat down, then sneered. "That's what you get for not studying, Gou Hok Jai!"
Ah Fei, unable to struggle free at all, finally gave up.
It was as if his spine had suddenly been pulled out. He slumped in the interrogation chair, his face pale as paper.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Zhou Quan rapped his knuckles hard on the table, forcing Ah Fei to focus.
"Can you cooperate now?"
A deep hesitation flashed in Ah Fei's eyes.
Though Zhou Quan had broken through his psychological defenses, Wong Po's long-standing hold over him made him afraid to betray his boss.
"We've found the location of the drug factory and warehouse. You're Wong Po's right-hand man, and you personally oversaw criminal activities such as drug manufacturing and trafficking."
Zhou Quan had been watching every change in Ah Fei's expression, so he naturally noticed his hesitation.
Then Zhou Quan's face took on a practiced smile. Softening his tone, he gently coaxed him. "You know what's there.
"If you take the fall for everything, I guarantee you'll rot in Stanley until you die.
"But if you can testify against Wong Po, I can guarantee that you'll be turned into a witness for the prosecution.
"Leaving everything else aside, at least you'll still have a chance to be free during the rest of your life."
Ah Fei was silent for several minutes, then finally nodded weakly.
"Sir, I'm willing to cooperate."
After he said this, some color returned to Ah Fei's pale face.
He could grit his teeth and endure three or five years in prison, or even ten.
But if he were sentenced to life, how could he accept dying in prison?
Having made up his mind, Ah Fei cooperated fully.
Without Zhou Quan needing to question him, he told them everything he knew.
This included not only evidence of Wong Po's drug manufacturing and trafficking, but also detailed, conclusive proof of his smuggling and murders.
As Zhou Quan listened silently to Ah Fei's account, he couldn't help frowning.
"Ah Zhan, take the statement!"
He glanced at He Wenzhan, who was sitting beside him as an observer, and said with some displeasure.
"Sorry, sir!"
Only then did He Wenzhan seem to snap out of a dream. He hurriedly began recording Ah Fei's testimony.
Even so, He Wenzhan still couldn't calm down for a long time.
He had been a police officer for over ten years and considered himself experienced.
But he had never heard of his own assistant superintendent using interrogation techniques like those just now. It had been as if he could peer directly into someone's mind.
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