After a cup of tea, the door to the interrogation room next to the observation room opened.
Guan Zu, his pristine white uniform crisp and straight, personally escorted a refined-looking young man into the interrogation room.
Lai Sheung-ching, a talented young man who should have had a bright future, now wore a brown prison uniform and was handcuffed to the interrogation chair.
Even so, none of this could conceal his bearing and charm.
Although Lai Sheung-ching's expertise in psychology fell short of Sir Kwan's, his looks could certainly rival Sir Kwan's.
"Boss, sorry for the trouble, but please keep an eye on things for me. I'll head next door."
Seeing the scene through the one-way glass, Chow Sing Sing chuckled and paid his boss a compliment.
"Don't worry. I've got everything covered!"
Zhou Quan offered no modest demurral, simply nodding as a matter of course.
Chow Sing Sing then headed to the interrogation room next door, ready to begin questioning Lai Sheung-ching.
Zhou Quan rose, walked over to the one-way glass, and picked up a monitoring headset.
As the various pieces of equipment powered on, everything next door came clearly into Zhou Quan's view, while the monitoring equipment let him hear every sound just as clearly.
Entering the interrogation room next door, Chow Sing Sing pulled out the lead interrogator's chair and sat squarely in front of Lai Sheung-ching.
Beside him, Guan Zu, who had been responsible for bringing Lai Sheung-ching to Tai Kwun for questioning, held a pen and paper, ready to assist with the interrogation.
Chow Sing Sing and the other trusted subordinates had always looked after their boss's first disciple, and this occasion was no exception.
Although Chow Sing Sing himself had little confidence that Guan Zu would learn anything during the interrogation.
Still, more exposure to