Shen Hao wasn't going to throw all his chips on the table at once; he wanted to squeeze every bit out of Ma San's mind, piece by piece.
The Storage Bag alone could pull out a ton of information; he wanted to see what Ma San would say.
A long, oppressive silence stretched for half a stick of incense. Ma San didn't say a word, but his eyes kept flickering, clearly working overtime in his head.
"Not talking? You think you can get away with keeping your mouth shut? Or do you think we can't get what we need out of your buddy next door? That guy's name is Zhang De, right? Is his name fake, just like yours?"
When he heard Zhang De's name, Ma San's expression visibly changed.
