Jiang An and Zhang Biao quickly left the office one after the other, striding down the corridor towards the interrogation room.
The sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, clear and urgent.
Zhang Biao glanced at Jiang An walking beside him, his tone sincere and humble: "Mr. Jiang, you'll lead this interrogation, I'll assist you."
"It's a good opportunity for me to learn as well, to see how these interrogation techniques are applied in real situations."
Jiang An's lips curled into a subtle, yet slightly heavy smile: "There aren't really any fixed techniques, it mainly depends on whether you have 'cards' in hand."
"In the end, an interrogation is like a battle of psychology and evidence; having a grip on the opponent's weakness is key to maintaining control."
He paused and sighed lightly, "However, in this case... we don't have much hard evidence in hand."
Zhang Biao nodded, his expression becoming serious as well.
