At that moment, although Ho Wai-lok was no longer suffering physical pain, the fear inside him only grew more pronounced.
"Hey, hey, hey! Sir, sir, don't joke about this!"
Even with his legs cuffed to the chair, Ho Wai-lok kept struggling, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"This could kill me!"
If someone had not been holding Ho Wai-lok firmly by the shoulders, he would already have toppled backward onto the floor.
How could he not know about the judicial milk tea that had originated in Hong Kong Island's Disciplined Services?
The beating on the soles of his feet had merely been unbearably painful.
But swallowing this cup of judicial milk tea could genuinely cost him his life.
Ho Wai-lok did not believe these cops actually dared to kill someone through torture, but he did not dare gamble on the outcome.
Yet no matter how Ho Wai-lok screamed in terror, none of those present had any intention of paying him any attention. They simply waited quietly for Yiu Kong-nga to finish preparing the judicial milk tea.
"Sir, this really could kill me!"
As he watched Yiu Kong-nga lift the judicial milk tea, Ho Wai-lok's face turned as pale as paper.
But why would the members of the East Kowloon Major Crimes Unit present care about a punk like him?
Cheung Tak Biu folded his arms and stared coldly at Ho Wai-lok.
Mok Yik-chuen, Chiu Chi-keung, and the others helped Yiu Kong-nga forcibly pour the judicial milk tea into Ho Wai-lok's mouth.
Throughout this process, Chiu Chi-keung put in the most effort.
He kept squeezing Ho Wai-lok's cheeks with one hand while clamping the other tightly over his mouth, forcing him to swallow the judicial milk tea.
"Still not talking?"
Cheung Tak Biu swept a cold glance over Ho Wai-lok, then raised his