Chow Sing Sing had little interest in paying too much attention to the case behind Lai Sheung-ching.
After all, that scumbag was already dead, and he had been a loner with no aggrieved family left behind.
Moreover, all the evidence at the time had pointed directly to Lai Sheung-ching, and he himself had confessed without reservation.
Thus, even though Chow Sing Sing had some guesses about Lai Sheung-ching's intentions back then, he would now simply act as though he knew nothing.
After all, as things stood, both sides were willing participants.
Overturning Lai Sheung-ching's conviction would not only raise issues concerning the Police Force's reputation, both past and present, but would also go against Lai Sheung-ching's own wishes.
Otherwise, with Lai Sheung-ching's abilities, how could he possibly have stayed quietly in Stanley for more than two years?
Precisely because of this, Lai Sheung-ching's relationship with the Police Force was very unusual, even delicate.
For now, the case involving Ouyang Hai was still merely a conjecture, with no conclusive evidence having surfaced.
Before this, not only had Lai Sheung-ching done no harm to the Police Force, he had also rendered it considerable service.
Under these circumstances, Chow Sing Sing naturally could not readily use any coercive methods on Lai Sheung-ching.
Otherwise, although Sergeant Zhou could not yet employ any sophisticated interrogation techniques, physical force was certainly no problem for him.
Chow Sing Sing patiently stared at Lai Sheung-ching, whose expression remained as calm as ever on the surface.
But Sir Kwan, overseeing things from the observation room next door, immediately noticed all the changes in his microexpressions.
From the moment he heard Ouyang Hai's name, his microexpressions had displayed an extremely subtle mixture of hatred, worry, regret, and other feelings.
Only the name Lau Cheung-ching brought a flicker of puzzlement deep