Mr. Feng appeared very pleased with himself,
he didn't believe Zhou Xuan could extract any useful information from him.
This was the fundamental reason why he remained so composed even after the Painter hauled him back to Mingjiang Prefecture.
As long as Mo Tingsheng hadn't been captured, the kidnappers' arrangements in Mingjiang Prefecture would remain airtight.
Zhou Xuan chuckled indifferently. He pulled a chair over and sat in front of Mr. Feng, speaking with relaxed confidence: "Old Hua asked me to interrogate you, hoping to uncover more of your secrets.
But I don't see the need for interrogation,
because you don't need to be questioned at all. You're a pitiful fool who will spill your secrets on your own."
"A provocation tactic?"
Mr. Feng wasn't provoked. He believed Zhou Xuan was trying to goad him deliberately.
The more an opponent tries to provoke, the more one must uphold their composure.
"This is an honest evaluation, unrelated to provocation,"
