For Ma Zhihua to have reached his current position, he had naturally weathered many storms.
After all, he had made his first pot of gold through a deal with a gang boss in America.
Having a gun pointed at his head was nothing unusual for him.
With his composure and shrewdness, he was perfectly capable of remaining calm and unruffled in a crisis.
Most importantly, he believed he had been extremely careful in everything he did.
The Police Force's National Security Department had a formidable reputation, but he did not believe these cops could get anything on him.
After all, he had kept himself completely removed from every crime he had ordered.
The information he had just deleted was merely some business partners' bank account details and some material involving insider trading.
Even if that material fell into the Police Force's hands, the most they could do was charge him with participating in insider trading.
For someone at his level, that charge could not possibly have much of an adverse impact.
At most, he would have to post bail and then pay a fine.
As chairman of the Huaye Group, whatever else Ma Zhihua lacked, he certainly had ample assets.
Moreover, he helped many international criminal organizations launder money.
In the process, he had skimmed off substantial profits, all of which he had laundered into legitimate assets.
To put it bluntly, anything that could be resolved with money was hardly worth mentioning to Ma Zhihua.
Even if the Police Force recovered the material he had just deleted and used it as evidence, he had options.
He was fully capable of finding someone to take the fall, thereby minimizing his own culpability.
Under these circumstances, the only reason Ma Zhihua had hurriedly deleted the files on his computer was to conceal