Kang Chen glanced at the Prime Minister's figure and let out a mocking laugh.
It was nothing more than the survival tactics of politics—putting one's own interests first at any cost.
Zhuo Zi'ang suddenly became excited again. "Boss, can we go get that fake out now? I can't wait to interrogate her."
Kang Chen's face gradually turned cold, the faint smile lingering at the corners of his mouth laced with a chilling murderous intent. "What's the rush?"
Shen Nie left this woman behind fully expecting that he would discover her, so naturally, he wouldn't let her know anything critical. Even if he skinned her alive, layer by layer, she might not reveal a single thing.
Zhuo Zi'ang asked, "So we're not going now?"
"No rush. Let her sit in the cold for a couple of days."
This woman's mind was filthy, and he was determined to torment her properly.
Zhuo Zi'ang wanted to ask why, but he figured that whatever decision the Boss made wouldn't be wrong. After all, the Boss was always right.
