If not for the need to root out the true masterminds behind the Z Fund, Chow Sing Sing would not have bothered giving Wu Chi-yung another glance.
Looking at Wu Chi-yung's paper-pale face, Chow Sing Sing only felt that it sullied his eyes.
At that moment, Chow Sing Sing had no intention of wasting any more time on Wu Chi-yung.
"Bastard, the fact that I'm willing to talk to you now means I'm giving you a chance to make amends."
Crossing his legs again, Chow Sing Sing leaned back in his chair and stared indifferently at Wu Chi-yung.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll come clean about those bastards behind you."
"For instance, that foreigner, Zorro!"
At this point, Chow Sing Sing paused briefly, then suddenly grinned.
"If you refuse to cooperate with us, don't blame us for playing rough."
"I'll notify the press and have them publish the news that you've made a full confession."
"You should know better than I do exactly who those bastards behind you are and what they're capable of!"
The Z Fund affair had enormous repercussions, and Wu Chi-yung was the person in charge of the Z Fund on Hong Kong Island.
Once he was brought before the court, Hong Kong Island's major media outlets would certainly put him on their front pages.
Thus, even without Chow Sing Sing saying anything, Hong Kong Island's reporters would come flocking at the news.
What mattered most was that last remark of Chow Sing Sing's.
With the camera in the interrogation room recording, Chow Sing Sing had not uttered a single direct threat against Wu Chi-yung.
Yet, just as he had said, no one knew better than Wu Chi-yung himself exactly who the masterminds behind the Z Fund were.
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