The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile sheen on the bare interrogation room.
Officer Qin Qi stared across the metal table at Zhu Tianlong, the former director of the National Security Council. Fatigue and defiance etched lines on Zhu Tianlong's face.
"Mr. Zhu," Qin Qi began, his voice clipped and professional. "We've uncovered significant financial data linking your personal accounts to a series of anonymous shell companies. These companies, in turn, have been funneling money to various entities connected to the Hell Church organization. Do you want to explain?"
Zhu Tianlong met Qin Qi's unwavering gaze calmly. "I have nothing to say."
On his way to the interrogation, Zhu Tianlong had analyzed the previous incident, uncovering its flaws.
