Anti-Smuggling Bureau, inside the interrogation room.
Qi Yun had barely rested the whole night, looking utterly exhausted. Only now did he truly understand the torment Old Ghost went through when he was captured last time.
"Creak."
The door to the interrogation room opened, and Director Han walked in, holding a cup of tea. He eyed Qi Yun up and down, noticing the latter was reaching his limit, then waved to the two officers who had been interrogating for several hours.
"You two, step out, and turn off the surveillance."
The two officers exchanged a glance and followed orders, exiting as they switched off the surveillance camera's power in the corner.
Only Qi Yun and Director Han were left in the interrogation room, the fluorescent light casting contrasting expressions on their faces.
Director Han set down his tea cup and casually sat on the table in front of Qi Yun, smiling as he asked, "How is it? Not feeling too great, huh?"
