It was late.
While Lin Chu slept soundly, many people in the city were destined for a sleepless night.
Kowloon, 105 Kai Tak Coordination Road.
In an office at the police headquarters, Jackie Chan was drinking coffee and chatting with the man across from him.
He had already explained his connection to the Zhuang Family in detail in his official statement.
Jackie Chan had insisted on giving the statement himself to prevent any misunderstandings and to ensure all information pertaining to him in this incident was clearly understood.
Given his status and standing, the authenticity of his statement was naturally beyond question.
Age was an asset.
Reputation was an asset.
And wealth was an asset.
A seventy-year-old man, highly respected, globally renowned, and successful in both politics and entertainment—his word alone was a guarantee.
After he had finished speaking about himself, the conversation naturally turned to the incident itself.
