National Forensic Doctor

Wang Futing’s interrogation video was very long, replayed many times, and quite complex, even tiring for viewers.

The interrogators also made significant efforts, providing Wang Futing with nearly two packs of cigarettes.

Holding a cigarette and talking about death was regarded as the last romance for male prisoners.

Latterly, the leaders of the sub-bureau watched with tightly furrowed brows, commenting, "Absolutely no remorse!"

Tao Lu joined the conversation: "He crawled out of the underworld, started mixing in the society since his teens, and even followed Pan Renwu, the one executed by shooting in the late ’90s. Those who played with him have been executed twice over."

"He hasn’t been executed?"

"Those who survived must have been lucky. He even rose to the position of Vice President at Duanda, mingling with many of Lü Qiang’s men. Many were earlier than Wang Futing; in the end, they were just appointed as directors, constantly devising ways to play with women."

"How come he’s so lucky?" Knowing how hard promotion can be, leaders are the least likely to believe those who claim to have achieved through sheer hardship.

Tao Lu was taken aback by the question, thought for a moment, then attempted to answer: "It might still be because of his adaptable personality. From what I know, when Wang Futing was in the underworld, he was quite good at communicating. In his youth, he worshipped several masters and followed several bosses. Later, following Lü Qiang, he transitioned from a thief leader to a demolition manager, very skilled at handling demolitions, adept at using both threats and incentives, not just relying on brute force."

"He knows how to judge the situation," the leader nodded, accepting this logic.