While all the key figures in the Nai Family were still bewildered and in the dark, Zhou Quan launched straight into surprise interrogations.
His first target was, naturally, the utterly miserable Gandhi.
"Gandhi, are you insisting on waiting for your lawyer before you talk?"
Seated in the lead interrogator's chair, Zhou Quan folded his arms and fixed Gandhi with a piercing stare.
He Wenzhan and Lau Bo-keung sat on either side of him, taking notes.
"Sir, I have nothing to say. I know the penalty for illegal possession of a firearm. Three to seven years in prison!"
Gandhi was firmly cuffed to the interrogation chair. With an indifferent expression, he said, "Someone like me will definitely get the maximum. At worst, I'll do seven hard years in Stanley!"
Although Zhou Quan had not spelled it out, Gandhi clearly understood what he meant: he wanted him to confess to other crimes.
But however aggrieved Gandhi felt, he was no fool. He certainly would not volunteer to add years to his own sentence.
"Gandhi, did you know?"
Zhou Quan did not get angry at Gandhi's utterly uncooperative attitude.
He looked at Gandhi with a faint, ambiguous smile and said, "That Mr. Nai of yours is right next door. He made a move against Hon Sam tonight."
At this sudden revelation, Gandhi's expression changed sharply.
Nai Wing-hau had acted in such secrecy that Gandhi knew nothing about it.
Hon Sam was utterly loyal to the Nai Family, yet Nai Wing-hau had actually moved against him.
How could Nai Wing-hau possibly show mercy to those like them, who had already begun harboring thoughts of betrayal?
Zhou Quan's interrogation method now centered on exploiting a man's vulnerability.
He used Gandhi's lack of information to make him develop his own sense of danger, thereby breaking down