"How did you get the ledger and the recordings?"
Ozawa Hideomi asked the most pressing question.
Xiu Xin didn't answer. He shook his head and said, "You haven't given me an answer yet."
"Do I really have a choice?" Ozawa Hideomi looked at the stack of photocopies in his hand and smiled wryly.
If he agreed to Xiu Xin's terms, he could take credit and gain fame for solving the smuggling case, while also preserving his future; if he refused, he would be disgraced, his career ruined, and end up behind bars.
So, he had no choice but to compromise.
Xiu Xin was still not satisfied, "I want a straightforward answer from you. Can't you understand human language?"
Faced with such a rude attitude, Ozawa Hideomi was angry inside but given the circumstances, he could only answer honestly, "I agree to your terms."
"Great! I knew Mr. Ozawa was someone who understands the times," Xiu Xin said with a satisfied smile, nodding. "Now, I'll answer your question."
