I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 200 Game
The world is a giant makeshift cast, and only those who play their roles well can thrive in it, even if these people may not be mentally normal in nature.

Therefore, Kuang Zhili never believed in the so-called psychiatric test. How do you expect a pervert who hopes to reduce his sentence or even escape punishment by claiming mental illness to complete the test?

Even if a group of psychiatrists swear that they are the most professional and will conduct a number of psychological tests, IQ tests and memory tests, they still need to measure brain waves.

After all the items are completed, it will be determined whether the suspect has a mental illness and whether he can be responsible for his own behavior.

"Director Kuang, calm down. You don't believe this, but the judge does."

Lao Zhuang didn't stay in the interrogation room either, mainly because he didn't want to affect Jiang Hanwen's performance.

Although he didn't know how Jiang Hanwen could get more than a dozen top psychiatrists in Hong Kong to conduct mental evaluations on a suspect at the same time and guarantee that the results would be normal.

But looking at his eyes and the coldness in his body, Lao Zhuang knew that those people inside would not have a good ending.

"Lao Zhuang, I really envy you for being so smooth and polished, as if you don't care about anything."

Kuang Zhili took out a cigarette and handed it to Lao Zhuang. The two hotshots and leading figures of the Hong Kong Police Force were squatting at the entrance of the corridor of the Police Force office building, puffing away smoke.

"Haha, Director Kuang, you are making fun of me. You are the ones who bear all the pressure. What do I have to worry about?"

Lao Zhuang chuckled.

"But Director Kuang, you are trying to pass on the blame and put such a big hat on Consultant Jiang. This is really not fair."

After Lao Zhuang finished speaking, he realized that he had said something rude and quickly put on a smile.

Kuang Zhili himself could say this, as he was a subordinate. Although they were nominally in the same boat and were friends, they were superiors and subordinates after all, and he could never say such words out loud.

Kuang Zhili didn't care at all and flicked his cigarette butt.

"We are all family members. What can we not say? Lao Zhuang, you are right. I did not discuss the temporary transfer of the case leader with Consultant Jiang himself, nor did I report it to the higher-ups in advance. There is indeed a problem."

"Besides, this responsibility should not be borne by Jiang Hanwen, no matter how hard you try."

Kuang Zhili shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"But the situation in Hong Kong is very volatile right now. Lao Zhuang, you are a member of the Eagle Clan. You know better than me how many areas of Hong Kong's city government, education, justice, medical care, transportation, and finance have been infiltrated and controlled."

"Last time, we were able to successfully send the murderer of the doll corpse case to prison. Who do you think we relied on?"

"If Jiang Hanwen hadn't come down from nowhere and delivered a set of extremely fierce short-range attacks that caught the Justices of the Peace off guard and almost turned the courtroom into a pigsty, the police would have lost the case."

"After almost a hundred years, these people have become like parasites, completely intertwined with Hong Kong. Simply scraping bones to cure the poison is no longer effective. In fact, they may even need to cut off their arms to survive."

The cigarette butt in Kuang Zhili's mouth disappeared very quickly, and his entire face was almost covered by the smoke.

"Director Kuang, I am a rough man and I don't know much about politics. I was able to gain a foothold in Hong Kong in the 1970s by daring to fight and kill. You should also know that it was an era when money was everywhere. There were opportunities and money everywhere in Hong Kong. Although most of the money was taken by those superhuman vampires, the common people still got dividends."

"But Director Kuang, have you ever thought about this? If we force the division like this, capital will flee and ordinary people will not be able to make money. They will feel pain. It would be best if the division can be carried out smoothly, but what if the division is carried out with the head?"

Lao Zhuang said this sincerely, without any concealment, in a terrifyingly naked manner, completely unguarded, and it didn't sound like the words of a sophisticated old man at all.

Because exposing your innermost thoughts to others is a pure act of seeking death.

Kuang Zhile changed his expression and looked at Zhuang Dingguo seriously.

He knew very well that the other party dared to say this because he was willing to surrender and was determined to get on board. What Laozi and Zhuangzi said was reality, a reality that everyone can see but cannot speak out.

"When the cake is being made, of course we can be good to each other and make a fortune together, but now everyone is fighting for the cake. Do you think this matter can be resolved peacefully?"

Kuang Zhili didn't want to hide it either. Since the other person had opened up his heart, it would be a mistake for him to try to hide it.

Lao Zhuang is not just one person. His identity, status, connections, and even skin color all represent a force that cannot be underestimated. They may not be able to accomplish great things, but if they want to cause damage, they are still very powerful.

As an outstanding doctoral graduate from a Chinese government university, Kuang Zhili certainly knows the importance of united front work.

"We need time to buy space. Silver is white, and eyeballs are black. How can we spit out what we have eaten? Unless we cut open the abdomen and dig out the heart and take out the intestines, but this is a fight to the death."

"Hong Kong is a blood-sucking machine. If any one of the judicial, educational and public opinion lines is missing, it will not work,"

"Although I have tremendous strength, I have to be cautious. If I take a step back, I will be doomed."

Old Kuang sighed.

"How many people are watching this case? How much public opinion has exploded since the incident. Do you think they want to uphold justice? For the economic development of Hong Kong?"

"They don't care who the murderer is or who he killed. If Jiang Hanwen doesn't find all the doctors in Hong Kong who are qualified to do psychiatric evaluations in advance, and dares to miss any one, then even if that bastard Chen Xyun ate an honest bean paste bun in the interrogation room today, he will tell the whole story of the crime."

"Humph! Believe it or not, tomorrow the front page headlines of Apple Daily and those mainstream media will still be that the murderer in the Lan Kwai Fong case, Mr. Chan, is a mentally ill patient and the police maliciously convicted him and ignored the rule of law."

"If Jiang Hanwen hadn't asked you to take Chen's entire family to the police station for protection, tomorrow morning the TV and online media would have released interviews with Chen's father and siblings, and the content would have been about how they would have twisted right and wrong to exonerate Chen and win sympathy."

"It was too easy for them to keep an alcoholic and malnourished brother and sister in line."

Kuang Zhili spoke very quickly and said a lot, as if to cover up his guilt.

He suddenly put out his cigarette and lowered his head silently.

“Lao Zhuang, you are right. No matter what, Consultant Jiang should not be the one to do this. Haha, I am a waste, a useless waste. I have no clue how to solve the case, and I don’t have the courage to confront the opponent. In the end, I still threw all my courage to a completely unrelated person.”

"Moreover, this person treated me as a friend. With just one phone call, he stopped doing the film promotion and flew over with all his staff to help without a single complaint."

Although Kuang Zhili is in his forties, he has always been smart and capable, and is the leader among the young generation. He rarely seems to be as troubled and lonely as he is now.

"Director Kuang, people say that I have been able to get through all these years by being ruthless and courageous, but I tell you, if it weren't for the support of my brothers, I would have been put into an oil barrel filled with cement and sunk into the sea."

Lao Zhuang, a leader who was well versed in both the black and white worlds, a villain who never showed his true feelings in front of others, actually showed his true feelings and patted his chest.

"The fact that you, Kuang Zhili, can say these words shows that you don't treat your brothers as bargaining chips. Lao Zhuang did not stand on the wrong side and did not choose the wrong person."

"Advisor Jiang is not only very perceptive, but also a man of loyalty. I, Old Zhuang, admire him! Anyway, I have already offended all the officials in the court last time, so there is no need for us to be afraid of them this time."

"Wait, Lao Zhuang, it's my job to confront the judge. You can't take credit for it. What you need to do is to carry out Advisor Jiang's orders and ensure his safety."

Kuang Zhili waved his hands, his face relaxed, and he was obviously in a good mood.

"Lao Zhuang! Will Hong Kong's future justice be in their hands or in ours? It's up to us."

(End of this chapter)