Practically Strangers

Huo Shaoheng leaned forward slightly. He lifted his eyes to look at Deputy Director Liao, his freshly polished pistol gleaming in his hand. He got out his phone, turned on the Record function, and pointed it towards the deputy director. He said nonchalantly, "What did you just say? I didn't catch that. Say it again."

Deputy Director Liao stared at the phone in Huo Shaoheng's hand. The sweat was now pouring off his forehead like a waterfall.

He didn't have the balls to say it while he was being recorded!

"What's wrong? You were so talkative just a minute ago. What, are you scared of a phone?" Huo Shaoheng smiled as he shook his head. He placed the phone on the coffee table between the two sofas, and crossed his legs. He gestured towards the walls behind him with an imperious wave of his hand. "Deputy Director Liao, it's too late for you, actually. You're on my turf, now. I've been recording your every word and action, ever since you stepped into this room."