Interrogation room.
He Wei was tightly bound in the interrogation chair, yet his expression conveyed a kind of comfortable contentment, as if he were in a casual meeting with his subordinates during normal business operations.
Compared to the stone-faced police interrogators often dealing with ferocious criminals, He Wei's demeanor was calm and collected, which gave him a rather imposing air.
"Let's hear it, what's your purpose in wanting to see us?" Tao Lu was not taken in by He Wei's antics; he had seen many big shots before. He Wei had merely killed a few people and was still evasive, which might be startling but hardly intimidating in modern society.
He Wei relaxed into a smile, "Don't be tense. I intend to confess truthfully, but before I do, I just want to confirm whether you have the ability to catch the culprit. I wouldn't want to sell myself out only for you to close the case directly."
