The interrogation room was still dimly lit, and Sir was still clad in a white dress shirt.
But this ti, there was an addition—a middle-aged man in a black trench coat.
Yang ifeng was not wearing those shiny silver bracelets either.
She sat quietly across the table, not daring to lift her head, extrely docile.
No wonder, after being locked up all night and being used as a human punching bag by Zhang Hongyan and others, even the most stubborn would have been worn down by now.
"Yang ifeng, I’ve checked your background and you frequently gamble. You’ve had debt dealings with many people."
"Soone like you can easily take the wrong path to cri."
Sir in white sat poised at the table and spoke leisurely, "Considering it’s your first offense, and you have no prior record, we won’t be harsh on you as long as you co clean. Please cooperate with us to quickly arrest the entire criminal gang."
"Sir, I really don’t know what to confess."
Yang ifeng lifted her head, her face full of grievance, "I was indeed using my son-in-law’s card, intending to transfer the money from the bank. Other than that, I know nothing."
As she spoke, the mories of the previous day’s ordeal ca flooding back, and her tears burst forth like a dam breach.
The man in black furrowed his brows, his voice chillingly cold as he said, "Yang ifeng! You still dare to argue!"
"Do you realize that you are now implicated in a money laundering case?"
"Do you understand that we’ve been secretly investigating this case for over a year?"
"You say you know nothing and just want to get off lightly by avoiding responsibility?"
With that, he slamd the table angrily and demanded, "What exactly is your relationship with Liu Ying? Who are your superiors and subordinates? Have you been in contact with anyone else during this period?"
Liu Ying? Who is Liu Ying?
Yang ifeng was utterly confused. She truly did not know any Liu Ying, nor did she have any idea about superiors and subordinates.
She shook her head frantically, gripping the table and with reddened eyes, she said, "Sirs, hear out, I really don’t know Liu Ying."
"I also am unaware of the thirty-billion-yuan money laundering case. If I really knew, I would absolutely tell you everything."
"You must have arrested the wrong person. The Black Gold Card belongs to my son-in-law, Mo Han. He owns a 170 million yuan luxury villa in East City Platina, which was a gift for him to live in."
"The owner of that villa is the true mastermind. Go after him, or arrest Mo Han. Even if you had to gun them down on the spot, I wouldn’t mind."
"I’ve been wronged, I’m a good person. Please believe and let go ho, Sirs, I’m begging you..."
White-clothed Sir frowned and said in a low voice to his side, "Chen Se, I think this woman doesn’t appear to be lying. Could it be that she really stumbled into this incident by mistake?"
The black-clothed Sir shook his head, his tone certain as he said, "Xiao Ding, you’re still too young. I’ve seen too many suspects like Yang ifeng."
"They’re very clever and adept at covering their tracks. Especially won—they are experts at using tears to gain sympathy and hide their true identities and criminal actions, thinking they can thus escape the law’s punishnt."
Xiao Ding nodded and said, "Chen Se, your lesson is well taken; I understand now."
He suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp as a dagger toward Yang ifeng, "Yang ifeng! So you want to tread this dark path till the end, is it?"
"I’ll tell you, the economic case you’re involved in involves a trendous amount of money!"
"If you don’t confess honestly, you could very likely be sentenced to death!"
Death penalty?
In an instant, Yang ifeng lost control of her bladder.
Yes, she was so frightened that she wet herself, soaking the stool.
But at that mont, she couldn’t care less about wiping it up, desperately crying out in her own defense, "Sir, you can’t do this!"
"I’ve said it’s not , not !"
"Why won’t you believe ?"
"You can check the Black Gold Card, it’s registered under the na Mo Han, and the password is the anniversary of his wedding to my daughter."
"If anyone is to be arrested, it should be him! I am innocent, I am innocent!"
"Wuu wuu wuu..."
At this, she collapsed emotionally and began to sob and cry on the table.
Xiao Ding and Chen Se looked at each other, both feeling that it was almost ti.
"Ahem..."
After waiting quietly for three minutes, Xiao Ding cleared his throat and slowly said, "Your son-in-law is called Mo Han, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Upon hearing Ding Se’s words, Yang ifeng clung to them like a lifeline, nodding repeatedly, "My son-in-law is Mo Han!"
"Have you already investigated him?"
"That Black Gold Card is his! He’s the bad guy, you should hurry and arrest him, interrogate him, he must know what’s going on!"
Ding Se, unhurried, took out a bank card from behind him, which was sealed in a plastic bag, and handed it over, "Yang ifeng, take a close look, is this the bank card you were using to perform the transfer?"
Whoosh!
Yang ifeng imdiately took the bank card, her eyes ablaze with towering flas.
It was this card!
If not for this card, how would she have been arrested in broad daylight and taken into the police car? And how else would she be brought here for interrogation?
And worst of all, those fourteen hours in the holding cell, which were nothing short of hell on earth...
"That’s right! It’s this card!"
Yang ifeng said through gritted teeth, "Sir, I found it in the pocket of my son-in-law, Mo Han’s trousers!"
"I accuse him, he must be a key suspect involved in laundering black money! Hurry up and bring him in for questioning, clear my na, let go ho..."
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