At this moment, three people entered the room and took their seats one after another. Zhang Ziwen took a look at them, two men and one woman. The one sitting in the middle was a middle-aged man, about 40 years old, of a burly figure, with a black face, giving a feeling of having experienced the vicissitudes of life. Zhang Ziwen and the middle-aged man locked eyes, noticing the sharpness in the other's gaze, and speculated that the man must have been a special forces soldier in the past. It seemed that this was the person who would lead his interrogation. Another man, quite spirited looking and in his early 30s, sat to the left of the middle-aged man. Both men were dressed in suits and ties. The last one was a beautiful woman dressed in a form fitting police uniform, a familiar face and nemesis, the beautiful policewoman Wu Min, whom Zhang Ziwen didn't particularly warm up to.