Yu Jun’s cup fell out of his hand.

“Young man, are you here just to find fault with me?” he asked. “I’ve come clean and told you everything and still you accuse me of lying—so why don’t you tell me what is the truth yourself?”

“The truth?” I countered. “You know that better than us. But the truth of the matter is this: Huang Youcai and his family died in a very bizarre manner, and quickly after that the five million yuan in his account was transferred to yours!”

“Mr. Yu,” added Huang Xiaotao, “you mentioned that you were producing fake mobile phones with Huang Youcai. Is there any evidence to support that claim?”

Yu Jun snorted, “Miss Officer, no one in their right mind would leave evidence for this kind of dealing! We all did everything by verbal agreements to prevent outsiders from sniffing us out.”

“What about the goods?”

“They’re all sold out! Perhaps,” he added with a...