Police Headquarters Building, Arsenal Street, Wan Chai.
The black sedan came to a smooth stop, the neon lights streaming down, casting a cold glow on its body.
Zhou Yan got out of the car first. He walked around to the other side, gentlemanly opened the car door for Ning Yuan, and made a "please" gesture.
Ning Yuan got out of the car with a cold face, lifting her skirt.
At the entrance, seven or eight O-Division agents had been waiting for a long time. They were the same ones who had gone to the Regent Hotel that afternoon to summon Ning Yuan, but had been turned away by Ning Bing'an.
Upon seeing Zhou Yan appear with Ning Yuan, cheers erupted immediately. They were all somewhat surprised to see that Zhou Yan had actually brought her back, and in such a "harmonious" manner, and couldn't help but high-five each other in celebration.
"Wow, that's impressive! Boss is the boss! You've really got some skills, managing to invite Miss Seven here!" One of the agents couldn't help but whistle, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing.
Another detective chuckled, "When has Brother Yan ever failed at inviting someone for 'tea'? Miss Qi's evening gown makes it look like Brother Yan is taking someone on a date!"
Police officers at the grassroots level dislike wealthy people who are particularly "difficult" to deal with and have legal and public relations teams. They make no attempt to hide Ning Yuan's mockery, which is a blatant form of intimidation.
Ning Yuan crossed her arms and watched them sing and dance with cold eyes, her heart unmoved.
Just then, several black bodyguard cars roared in, their screeching brakes shattering the tranquility of the night.
The car door opened, and more than a dozen bodyguards in black filed out, quickly got out of the car, and surrounded Ning Yuan.
They all looked serious and well-trained, with their hands on their bulging waists.
This sudden commotion instantly put the previously relaxed Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) agents on high alert, and the atmosphere between the two sides became tense.
Seeing this, Zhou Yan's smile deepened, but his eyes were as cold as a knife: "Seventh Miss, now that you're here, you won't regret 'dating' me, will you? This is not a wise choice."
Ning Yuan ignored his provocation and simply raised her hand slightly.
A tall female bodyguard immediately walked to her side and draped a suit jacket over Ning Yuan's smooth shoulders, covering the skin that was faintly visible under her dress.
"Lisa, let everyone go get some late-night snacks first, it's on me." Ning Yuan said calmly, as if the tense atmosphere around her had nothing to do with her.
After saying that, she didn't even look at Zhou Yan, turned around and walked straight towards the police station gate.
Zhou Yan made a "please" gesture with a half-smile, his tone full of meaning: "Seventh Miss, please."
The O-Division agents looked at each other, and finally split into two groups. One group stayed at the door to keep watch, while the other group followed closely behind Zhou Yan and Ning Yuan. The atmosphere was strange.
Inside the elevator, in the cramped space, the strong scent of cologne mixed with tobacco on Zhou Yan made Ning Yuan frown.
She deliberately kept her distance from him, her eyes coldly fixed on the constantly changing floor numbers.
Zhou Yan then observed Ning Yuan's retreating figure with great interest: "Seventh Miss, you don't seem nervous at all?"
Ning Yuan turned around and met Zhou Yan's deep gaze: "Why should I be nervous? The police station isn't a den of dragons or tigers."
Zhou Yan chuckled lightly: "Is that so? That's not necessarily true. Some people who enter here never get out."
Ning Yuan met his gaze without flinching: "Is Superintendent Zhou threatening me?"
Zhou Yan shrugged: "Tsk, don't get so worked up, I'm just stating a fact."
The elevator doors opened, and Zhou Yan stepped out first, followed closely by Ning Yuan.
After walking down a long corridor, Zhou Yan led Ning Yuan to the door of an interrogation room and stopped.
"Miss Ning, please." He gestured for her to enter, his tone still carrying a hint of mockery.
Ning Yuan didn't say anything and walked straight into the interrogation room.
The room was dimly lit, with only a table lamp emitting a faint glow.
A fixed table and two plastic chairs—that's all the furnishings in the interrogation room.
Zhou Yan did not immediately follow them inside. Instead, he had the door locked and led his men to the observation area next door.
Upon seeing Zhou Yan enter, the officers in the observation area all stood up and saluted: "Zhou Sir."
Zhou Yan casually waved his hand, gesturing for them to sit down: "We're brothers, no need to be so reserved. Have we started recording yet?"
An agent nodded: "It's begun."
Zhou Yan glanced at Ning Yuan, who had sat down, through the one-way mirror, and said to his subordinate behind him, "Go and prepare coffee, tea, and... lemonade for her. Don't make it too hot, or she might spill it on someone."
The agent nicknamed "Explosive C" couldn't help but laugh, and gestured to his watch: "Brother Yan, there are only 24 hours left, hurry up, boss! Only you can get this pretty girl to talk."
Zhou Yan looked at Ning Yuan sitting in the interrogation room through the glass, stroked his chin, and asked with a hint of amusement, "Is she pretty?"
Several subordinates followed his gaze and looked Ning Yuan up and down. Bao C touched his nose and said, "She is beautiful, like a flower with thorns. She is so young, but she has a kind of shrewdness that is completely beyond her years. She seems very troublesome. We can't handle her."
They are very self-aware.
Zhou Yan took a cigarette from his subordinate next to him and slowly lit it: "Let her wait for two hours."
The others were stunned: "Brother Yan, we don't have much time."
Zhou Yan slowly blew out a smoke ring, and in the swirling smoke, his handsome face appeared even more sinister: "These rich people have the least patience. Time is money, understand?"
Looking at the gleaming Vacheron Constantin on Zhou Yan's wrist, Bao C couldn't help but retort, "You talk as if you're not rich."
Zhou Yan chuckled and patted Bao C's face—
"I'm a rich man, so I know what they're thinking. The most valuable thing for a rich person is time, especially for someone like Miss Ning Qi, who isn't a spoiled rich kid who just wants to live off others, but a real businesswoman."
Bao C couldn't help but laugh. Although they also disliked rich people, they disliked the kind who were brainless, arrogant, and pretentious.
But Zhou Sir's arrogance is based on solid reason; he is genuinely capable.
Although he has only been here for two months, everyone admires him. He is so wealthy, working for the NCA, Interpol, and the Hong Kong government, yet he is still on the front lines, risking his life. He has already cracked two major drug and arms smuggling cases.
He certainly deserved the white shirt of a senior police superintendent.
Moreover, although Brother Yan makes no attempt to hide his privileged background and wealthy status, despite his high position and arrogant and wicked personality, they can't bring themselves to dislike him at all.
"Alright, we're working overtime today, let's all have some late-night snacks, it's on me," Zhou Yan said, tilting his head.
The agents in the observation area cheered.
One of the advantages of being a rich person in a leadership position is that the leader often treats people to meals.
...
Two hours.
Ning Yuan went from being anxious at the beginning to sitting in the interrogation room with her eyes closed, like an old monk in meditation, as if everything in the outside world was irrelevant to her.
In the observation room next door, everyone was eating and chatting together, occasionally observing Ning Yuan's movements through the one-way glass.
"Brother Yan, this woman is really composed. She hasn't reacted at all. She's amazing." Bao C exclaimed in amazement.
Zhou Yan chuckled as he sipped his coffee, "Isn't this more interesting?"
Two hours later, Zhou Yan stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and stretched his limbs: "Game time's over, time to go in and 'date' the young lady."
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