Xiao Mingshan was an old criminal police officer and also an interrogation expert. Zhao Yang knew Xiao Mingshan's methods well. Last time, Xiao Mingshan's design of the serial forced confession tactic had completely made Li Jiazhuang break down and confess. Therefore, Zhao Yang was also very wary of Xiao Mingshan's ability to handle cases.
"I hope Fang Lao Si can hold out today..." Zhao Yang murmured to himself.
"You're thinking of going tomorrow?" Zhang Xiuer asked, looking at Zhao Yang.
"Yes, tomorrow." Zhao Yang took a sip of beer and said, "We still need some time, waiting for the right moment. I can't go until that moment comes."
"The right moment?" A trace of confusion flashed across Zhang Xiuer's face.
"Hmm," Zhao Yang nodded and said, "It's like Kongming waiting for the eastern wind. Without the eastern wind, the fire cannot be set at the Battle of Red Cliffs."
"So, what is your 'eastern wind'?" Zhang Xiuer asked.
