The next day, as expected, several investigators from the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) appeared in the grand lobby of the Jialin Group.
They were dressed in sharp suits, looked serious, and went straight to the front desk, showing their identification—the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC).
The man in the lead said in a deep voice, "We are looking for Mr. Chen Jingsong and asking him to cooperate with the investigation."
The receptionist maintained a professional smile and quickly dialed the internal line.
A moment later, Chen Jingsong's female secretary came downstairs, her face bearing just the right amount of apology as she told them, "Sirs, I'm so sorry, you're probably a step too late."
The leading ICAC official frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"
The female secretary smiled and explained, "Several detectives from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau have just arrived and, under the pretext of assisting in the investigation of the death of a senior executive at RAB Bank, have 'invited' our Chairman Chen back to the police station for questioning."
She paused, then added, "Before leaving, Chairman Chen instructed that he would cooperate with the police investigation and has also notified his legal team. If any of you superiors have any questions, you can contact Chairman Chen's lawyers, and they will handle everything."
Several ICAC officials exchanged glances, a hint of displeasure and doubt flashing in their eyes.
Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB)? Why is the Major Crimes Unit getting involved in commercial crimes? And why are they doing it so quickly?
But the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) deals with serious crimes, and since several people have died there, they certainly have sufficient grounds to intervene.
"Understood." The leading official nodded expressionlessly, then turned and left with his men.
They knew that if the person was taken away by the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), the case would most likely be held in custody by the OCTB.
Meanwhile, in the interrogation room at the O-Division headquarters, the atmosphere was always exceptionally oppressive.
The glaring incandescent light bulbs hung overhead, illuminating the small space from every angle.
Chen Jingsong, however, acted as if he were in his own living room, sprawling his obese body on the cold iron chair.
"Officer, are you done asking questions? My time is very precious, it's worth hundreds of thousands per minute."
Sitting across from him, Explosive C's face turned ashen. He slammed his hand on the table: "Chen Jingsong! I'll ask you one more time! Was you the last person Rasin contacted before he died? What did he say to you?!"
The lawyer next to Chen Jingsong, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and an expensive suit, immediately stood up.
He stated sternly—
"Officer! Please watch your attitude! My client is a prominent Hong Kong businessman and a respected member of society. He is here to assist with an investigation, not to be interrogated by you! Your leading and threatening questioning methods have seriously violated my client's rights!"
Explosive C was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged.
He looked at Chen Jingsong, who was completely unyielding, and felt incredibly frustrated.
He was well aware, of course, that the chain of evidence he had at hand was not yet complete.
Although the documents left by Rasin point to Jialin's loan fraud, their direct connection to Chen Jingsong himself and the murder case still needs further investigation.
But when I think of Inspector Chow's confession, and the menacing look on the faces of those from the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC)...
He had no choice but to swallow his anger.
Suppressing his anger, C forced out through gritted teeth, "The materials we have are enough to prove that Jialin Group is suspected of defrauding banks of loans! Moreover, key figures related to this case have died one after another, so it's impossible for our O-Team not to summon Chairman Chen!"
Chen Jingsong lazily raised his eyelids, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his narrow eyes: "Then where is your Superintendent Zhou? Why didn't he come and ask me himself?"
C and A-K next to him exchanged a glance, both seeing the frustration in each other's eyes.
With a dark expression, Explosive C said, "Inspector Zhou has a special status and is involved in your case. According to regulations, he must recuse himself!"
Chen Jingsong chuckled.
The lawyer pushed up his glasses and said in an aggressive tone, "Officer, since you have no evidence and can't get anything out of me, my client is now entitled to apply for bail according to procedure."
After all, by taking my client away from the company without any direct evidence, you have already seriously damaged the reputation and normal operation of Jialin Group!
If this leads to unfounded speculation in the media, causing market panic and stock market volatility, you cannot afford to bear that responsibility!
C was speechless, his face turning a deep liver color.
A-K, who was next to him, also frowned.
These Organized Crime and Triad (OCTB) operatives all knew that today's interrogation was just a formality.
It was a staged performance by Inspector Chow in order to compete with the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) for the person.
The goal was to keep the case firmly under the control of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB).
They didn't want to repeat the mistake of Pei Yong's case, where all the hard work they put into finding clues and witnesses was lost inexplicably, causing trouble for their boss in the process.
Bao C took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to beat up the two bastards in front of him, and said coldly, "One of the lawyers connected to Jia Lin has died. I wonder who will be next."
The lawyer's face turned green instantly, and he suddenly fell silent.
Then C yelled towards the door, "Go! Get them the paperwork done!"
A few minutes later, Chen Jingsong walked out of the interrogation room triumphantly, surrounded by a group of lawyers and bodyguards.
A group of people escorted Chen Jingsong to the police station's underground parking lot.
However, the elevator doors opened with a "ding".
A tall figure appeared at the doorway, coldly watching them.
Chen Jingsong and his group were startled, and the smile on his face instantly froze.
The man was dressed in a simple black shirt and jeans, and had a cold and imposing aura. Who else could it be but Zhou Yan?
Chen Jingsong narrowed his long, narrow eyes, which flashed with vigilance and displeasure.
He waved for his lawyers and men to retreat to a safe distance and keep watch.
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