Criminals like Hung Jipang, who posed a serious threat to public security and stability on Hong Kong Island, met the criteria for charges of endangering national security.
The International Security Department could transfer him to the Mainland for a harsher trial in full compliance with the law.
The maximum sentence on Hong Kong Island was life imprisonment, equivalent to an indefinite prison term on the Mainland.
A harsher verdict clearly meant only one thing: death.
Given the scale of Hung Jipang's operation, he fully qualified for the maximum sentence and a bullet to go with it.
Selfish as he was, he might well not care about his younger brother, Hung Jibiu.
But when his own life was at stake, that was clearly another matter.
Those two cards were the big and small jokers the Police Force held against Hung Jipang.
If Hung Jipang remained stubborn, there would be nothing more to discuss. They would simply begin the process of transferring him to the Mainland for trial.
But that was only Hung Jipang's ultimate fate. One way or another, he had to talk inside Interrogation Room No. 1.
If he refused the easy way, they would give him the hard way.
If persuasion failed, they would resort to force.
The two jokers together were indeed the strongest hand in the deck.
But four threes were not to be underestimated either.
"Last ten seconds!"
Pang Yik-hang glanced at his watch and spoke in a low voice, increasing the pressure and urgency Hung Jipang felt.
"Ah Zu, pack up."
Another five seconds passed in a flash, and Pang Yik-hang stood up.
At the same time, Guan Zu, who had been recording the statement beside him, also rose without hesitation and began gathering his things.
"I'll cooperate!"
Seeing the two interrogators' actions, Hung Jipang