Mario walked to the door of the interrogation room, and Cesare knocked on the door before pushing it open.
Mario covered his nose with a handkerchief, frowned, and walked into the interrogation room. Fatino stood up, respectfully standing in front of him with a tired look on his face, and said in a low voice with an unconcealed tone of frustration, "Boss."
"You said, it would take no more than twenty-four hours to make him talk."
Listening to Mario's angry voice, Fatino couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Gao Yang, who looked dead despite his open eyes, and then said softly, "I'm sorry."
Mario yelled, "Does sorry work? I pay you two hundred thousand US dollars a year, not to hear you say sorry. Now, tell me what he has said."
Fatino said in a low voice, "He won't talk..."
Mario's eyes widened, and he lowered the handkerchief covering his mouth, exclaiming, "Damn it, what did you say?"
