Belize Police Headquarters, inside a sealed interrogation room.
A harsh white energy-saving light buzzed overhead, making Ferming's usually sleek face look pallid.
He had been interrogated here for over two hours, continually facing the officers' questions about "Extraterrestrial Object," the casino's VIP room, Carlos, and the potential sales network, he gritted his teeth, putting on an expression of deeper injustice than Dou E.
"Officer, I really don't know what you're talking about."
Ferming spread his hands, the handcuffs clinking on his wrists, he tried to make his voice sound filled with grievance and helplessness, "Neptune Casino is a legitimately licensed entertainment venue in the district, we strictly adhere to all laws and regulations, how could we be involved with drugs? This is definitely a false accusation!"
He grew more agitated as he spoke, "How could I do such a self-destructive thing? You have to believe me!"
"I am a good person!"
