Zhou Yan looked up at the direction of the monitor, then suddenly turned around and unplugged the power supply. He then used the remote control in his hand to turn off the one-way monitor on the wall.
The lights in the interrogation room suddenly dimmed, and the originally transparent glass wall turned into a mirror, completely sealing off the interrogation room.
The detectives and Hong Kong police officers in the monitoring room immediately erupted in chaos.
"What's going on? What's Inspector Zhou up to?"
This mirrored wall can be closed from the inside but cannot be opened from the outside. Some people immediately wanted to go to the interrogation room to see what was going on.
With a grim face, Bao C grabbed his companion who was about to rush out and said, "Fei Shui Zai, the boss locked the door from the inside. There's no need to go!"
With the boss doing this, the interrogation room became a completely enclosed space.
The officers in the surveillance room grew worried—
"No way, they're really going to resort to violence? The Ning family isn't someone to be trifled with!"
"What do we do now? Oh no!"
While it's not uncommon for suspects to be tortured to extract confessions these days, if things get physical, and the Ning family puts pressure on them, even Evan, the eldest brother, might not be able to withstand it!
Inspector Zhou might be dismissed!
Although C was also a little uneasy, he still firmly said, "Everyone, calm down! The boss knows what he's doing, don't make things worse!"
He knew that Brother Yan was not the kind of impulsive and reckless person; he must have his own reasons for doing this.
Someone couldn't help but mutter, "Even if Inspector Chow can handle it, if this blows up, it won't be good for the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau's reputation..."
Bao C glared at him fiercely, "Shut your mouth! If you keep quiet, no one will think you're mute!"
In the interrogation room, Zhou Yan put down the remote control, looked down at Ning Yuan, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Now, it's just the two of us here."
Ning Yuan chuckled lightly, her laughter revealing no trace of panic, but rather a hint of mockery: "What, you think you can force a confession out of us after turning off the surveillance cameras?"
He suddenly leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her. His broad shoulders blocked the dim light in the interrogation room, casting a shadow that enveloped her.
"Miss Ning, why bother?" The man's deep voice was slightly hoarse, like fine whiskey, mellow yet dangerous.
"You should know in your heart that we will find out about you sooner or later."
The two were so close they could almost feel each other's breath.
Ning Yuan's lips curled into a mocking smile.
She reached out and poked the gleaming Royal Superintendent badge on his chest: "Inspector Chow, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. I'm a law-abiding citizen of Hong Kong, and you police can't wrong an innocent person."
Zhou Yan didn't answer, but instead reached out and gently pulled off the coat on her shoulder, his fingertips teasingly hooking around the chest of her evening gown, his tone slightly seductive: "It's been so long, I don't quite remember, just take a look and you'll see..."
Ning Yuan grabbed his fingers and looked him over discreetly.
Their fingertips were rough, covered with layers of calluses—the result of practicing shooting. However, this doesn't prove anything, since their professions are inherently similar.
She glanced at him with a half-smile, "Zhou Sir, we've been lovers for so long, and you still don't know my physical characteristics? You're such a terrible ex-lover."
Zhou Yan took her hand in his, slowly stroking her palm as if he were playing with a treasured antique: "I forgot for a moment. It's been two years since we last met, hasn't it?"
Ning Yuan suddenly laughed, a laugh so loud it made her body tremble, and the next second—
"Smack!"
A resounding slap landed on Zhou Yan's face.
The force was so great that it broke the corner of his lip, leaving a trace of blood on his thin lips, which looked particularly glaring in the dim light.
Ning Yuan smiled, her eyes and brows radiating undisguised contempt: "Try pretending again?"
This statement is ambiguous—
It could mean that he pretends not to know you.
It could also mean that he's pretending Rong Zhaonan knows her, and we'll see how he handles it!
He wickedly pressed his tongue against his molars and the broken corner of his lips, which smelled of blood, and the sweet and pungent taste spread through his mouth.
"SHIT!"
He ripped off his police hat, roughly lifted Ning Yuan off the stool, and slammed her heavily onto the table.
Zhou Yan leaned over her, his hot breath dangerously spraying onto her face: "I said, assaulting a police officer is wrong."
The stool crashed to the ground with a loud thud, and the interrogation room instantly filled with the smell of gunpowder.
In the monitoring room, Bao C and the others could sense the movement in the interrogation room, but they couldn't hear any conversation. They were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, but dared not make any rash moves.
"Inspector Zhou, don't be so impulsive!!"
Just then, Evan called, his voice filled with anxiety and exhaustion: "Boo C, the Ning family's legal team is downstairs, they want to see Ning Yuan. How's the trial going on your end?"
Bao C wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Brother, the boss and Miss Ning are in... there's a bit of a problem inside."
The fact that the top leader made the call himself shows that even he couldn't withstand the pressure.
Zhou Yan is indeed an outstanding young man, but his actions are too radical, which is really worrying.
In the interrogation room, Ning Yuan was pinned down by him, yet she remained completely still.
She even met his gaze defiantly and grabbed his tie: "Zhou Sir, so impatient? This isn't a proper interrogation room. The way you're acting, I can accuse you of being a corrupt cop and molesting a female citizen!"
A dangerous atmosphere filled the air.
In the dim light of the interrogation room, Zhou Yan chuckled, his eyes lingering on her face with amusement for a long time—
"I just can't do anything with you, sister-in-law. You're so hot and sexy! How could your second son bear to leave you alone in an empty room, or let you sleep with someone else?"
Upon hearing this, Ning Yuan's delicate body stiffened, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head.
She tightened her grip on his tie, her knuckles turning white, and with a swift movement, she grabbed Zhou Yan's waist and twisted him violently!
Zhou Yan's tall body instantly flipped over, and his back slammed heavily onto the table.
The table in the interrogation room shook, and the documents and pen holder on it trembled and made a soft rustling sound.
"Who exactly are you!" Ning Yuan straddled Zhou Yan's waist, looking down at him.
Her voice trembled slightly from the effort, and a dark, sharp light flickered in her once bright eyes.
Zhou Yan's words were like a poisonous thorn, piercing her heart and causing her originally firm resolve to waver.
Zhou Yan was pinned down by her, letting out a muffled groan as his back slammed heavily against the table, yet a wicked smile still lingered on his face—
"My surname is Zhou. Didn't you think of anything? Like... what's your Anan's maternal surname? Or... didn't you consider that he might not be an only child?"
"You're talking nonsense!" Ning Yuan couldn't help but blurt out a curse in Mandarin, her delicate features filled with rage—
"You lie without even thinking! He may not be an only child, but the eldest daughter of the Zhou family only has one son! What exactly are you trying to do!"
Zhou Yan curled his lips slightly, lay down beneath her, and casually smirked, answering a question that seemed completely unrelated: "Sister-in-law, do you know that dock, besides being the source of your smuggled antiques, also handles smuggled arms?"
Ning Yuan had no interest in who was supplying the weapons; all she could think about was Zhou Yan's address of "sister-in-law" and the identity he implied in his words.
Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she almost gritted her teeth as she asked, enunciating each word clearly: "Who...are...you...?"
Seeing her on the verge of collapse, Zhou Yan grasped the hand that was pulling at his tie, his lips curving into a slight smile, his tone both flippant and icy: "Sister-in-law, let's make a trade. You answer my questions, and I'll answer yours."
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