On a remote hillside in Hong Kong Island Eastern District.
Mike walked into a house that had long been abandoned, and several Maids immediately stood up.
Yam Ching-tin was tied to a chair, blindfolded.
"Did Pauline give you the money, Mike?" Yam Ching-tin suddenly asked when he heard the footsteps.
Mike froze. A sudden chill and panic rose inside him.
He had always thought he had done very well. In particular, he had risen to become Yam Ching-tin's right-hand man in such a short time, and he had been full of confidence in his methods.
Yet over the past few days, Handsome Sheng had first uncovered his relationship with Pauline, then Inspector Cheung had tricked him into admitting he had killed Ah Chung. Next, Pauline had sensed something wrong, and now Brother Tin had exposed him too...
He had always thought he could play everyone else like puppets. Yet he suddenly realized he seemed to be an actor, performing with all his might while everyone around him watched the show... watching his every move.
Mike took a deep breath, steadied himself, and pulled over a chair to sit in front of Yam Ching-tin.
"You knew it was me all along?"
"Yes. From when I discovered there was a mole, to when my wife got herself another man, to when I was brought here tied up, I knew it was you." Yam Ching-tin spoke calmly.
"And you could put up with all that? Even if you don't die, you're still useless!" Mike suppressed his panic and sneered.
"I wanted a clearer look," Yam Ching-tin said.
Mike pulled the blindfold straight off Yam Ching-tin's eyes.
Light flooded Yam Ching-tin's eyes, making him tilt his head back slightly and squint. It took him a moment to recover.
"It's been a long time since