8 PM, Columbia City, FBI Division Building, a certain interrogation room.
"Herman has confessed everything. What's your choice?"
Vasel Wen's face paled at Luo An's question, recalling the scene where Lawyer Ilhan had just been taken away. However, something occurred to him, and he sneered:
"Honestly, Group Leader Luo An, your joke isn't funny at all."
Luo An chuckled, shook his head slightly, patted Chenier on the shoulder, and left the interrogation room without another word.
Bam—
As the interrogation room door closed, Vasel Wen's complexion quickly changed, beads of sweat starting to form at his temples.
Meanwhile, in the corridor outside the interrogation room, Winslow and Reesi looked puzzled. Seeing Luo An and Chenier come out, Reesi immediately approached and asked in a low voice:
"Luo An, what's the deal with those IRS-CI agents just now?"
"Both agents said there's a problem with Lawyer Ilhan's financial status."
