As expected, under Ye Shikai's "threat," Zhang Gong's body suddenly trembled, and his eyes, which had been flaming with anger, shrank in an instant. The pain of losing a son, indeed, deserved sympathy from others, but upon careful consideration, although his son, Zhang Chen, had been murdered, the assassin remained at large – Zhang Gong's first reaction was to suspect his business rivals; could they have sent the assassin to kill his son directly? In his pain, Zhang Gong had not lost his reason; if the assassin continued the killing spree, could he be the next target?
A businessman's mind, Ye Shikai had guessed correctly, operates on interests above all. His son's body was still lying in the morgue, and at this time, getting angry at the police was utterly useless and would only bring him more trouble.
"How about it, Mr. Zhang, I still have some questions for you. I hope you will mourn your loss and cooperate with my investigation," Ye Shikai said softly into Zhang Gong's ear.
