Tick, tick, tick...
The second hand jumped with each tick.
Song Guanchao's smile was playful; he could tell that Hou Wen was getting nervous, doubting himself.
Yet, he remained rational; although he sensed something was off, he didn't know what it was.
He trusted the terms of the overseas bank.
The two members of the Disciplinary Committee also sensed a subtle change in the atmosphere of the interrogation room.
The identities of Song Guanchao and Hou Wen had quietly shifted.
Hou Wen, who initially seemed to be in control, now found himself on the defensive.
And Song Guanchao... he appeared to have always been in control, at least that's how it seemed.
"Five minutes have passed."
Song Guanchao stood up and said, "Secretary Hou, you should rest early tonight. Starting tomorrow, you will be transferred to the prosecutor's office, and prosecution will be initiated."
