Chapter 0 “Prologue Part 3”
Nodding in satisfaction at the answer, this plain-looking middle-aged thief with a bald head seems pleased: “That’s fine, I’m good with a life sentence.” That said, Gold Happy suddenly swept his gaze around the room like he’s searching to make sure nothing’s around. “Since you got the answer then let me go back to my cell. I’m tired and need sleep after spending the whole night answering your questions.”
“No,” Zhao Meng lit another cigarette and puffed a cloud of white into the air, “we’re not finished yet.”
“What else do you have to ask?” Gold Happy lost his cheekiness and appeared annoyed with impatience.
“Today’s interrogation is not going to be done by us, rather it’s someone sent over by our superiors….” After saying that, Zhao Meng moved the table lamp closer and directed the light at Gold Happy’s face for a better view. “He wants to see you and get something in your possession.”
From the very beginning, Gold Happy has never taken these detectives and interrogators seriously. However, that last comment raised a red flag in the man’s head and caused him to go stiff.
But without waiting for him to say anything, the door to the interrogation room was pushed open and in came two policemen, followed soon after by a fatty-looking forty years old in plain clothes. His figure was similar to Gold Happy, both in height and shape, but unlike Gold Happy, this newcomer wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and had a kindred smile.
“Thief King?” The glassed man asked.
Stunned by this intrusion for a moment, Gold Happy wondered if he should nod in reply until he suddenly discovered his own head smashing into the table without notice. This violence came way too abrupt so his brain didn’t process it in time even after the pain kicked in.
“Allow me to introduce myself since this is our first meeting. My surname is Ho.” Fatty Ho held Gold Happy by the back of the neck and continued to pin him there despite the polite smile.
First greeting the rest of the detectives present, he then pulled a stack of documents out with the other hand to show Detective Zhao Meng.
“I want to talk to him alone.” Fatty Ho’s smile deepens further, “I will have to bother everyone to leave this room for now while I work.”
Perhaps Detective Zhao Meng would’ve liked to ask some more questions about why from this special agent, but after going through the document with the brief time he had with it, the man already knew this has gone beyond his expertise. It’s definitely more complicated than he realizes. The less he knows, the better.
Once everyone had left the interrogation room, all that remained were the two occupants. Fatty Ho didn’t release his target despite this, and neither did Gold Happy with his derisive grin.
“Go on, beat me.” Gold Happy laughed and provoked his violent interrogator some more.
Huffing a grunt of disgust, Fatty Ho happily obliged, “Okay.”
As soon as that word was dropped, the man slammed the thief king’s head against the table for a second time in the brief time he’s arrived. There’s no hesitation, no mercy, and unlike the first hit, Gold Happy had started to feel the impact this time around because he’s literally pinned against the wooden table and making a dent! This person, he’s crushing his cheekbone with the pressure!