83: Chapter 83 A Phone Call

Wang Yang just sat there, unhurried and calm, a faint smile still on his face.

There was a long silence.

The tall, thin man finally stood up and picked up the folder on the table.

"Just you wait."

He turned and walked out.

The door closed.

Only Wang Yang was left in the interrogation room.

He leaned back against the chair, looking at the blinding light overhead, a smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Waiting is fine, I'll wait.

Who's afraid of whom?

Meanwhile.

In a high-end hotel room, Zhang Mingde was leaning against the headboard.

The injuries on his face hadn't healed yet; there was a bandage on the bridge of his nose, and a cut at the corner of his mouth.

Yet, he was in high spirits.

He held his phone in his hand, having just hung up a call, and the smile on his face could not be suppressed.

The bald man and the guy with yellow hair leaned in.

"Young Master Zhang, what's the word?"

Zhang Mingde tossed his phone onto the bed and laughed heartily.

"It's done! That punk got locked up! Uncle Zhou said it himself; the guy is already at the Public Security Station. If I don't make him suffer for this, I'll change my last name to his!"

The bald man's eyes lit up.

"Really? Isn't that punk supposed to be a good fighter? How did he wimp out?"

Zhang Mingde sneered.

"What's the use of being able to fight? Once you get to that place, even a dragon has to coil up and a tiger has to crouch. Uncle Zhou said he'd be locked up for at least twenty days to let him reflect properly inside."

The guy with yellow hair chuckled.

"Twenty days? By the time he gets out, it'll be too late. By then, Young Master Zhang will have already taken that woman."

Zhang Mingde's lips curled into a lewd smile, and the image of Zhao Yaqin popped into his mind again.

Last night in the living room, she was slumped on the sofa, her face flushed, her eyes glistening.

Her clothes were soaked in sweat and clinging to her body.

Those curves, that skin, the unique charm of a mature woman...

Zhang Mingde swallowed hard.

But soon, he shook his head.

He wasn't an idiot.

That woman had an unusual relationship with Wang Yang. If he went to find her now, right after Wang Yang had been locked up, it might cause trouble and wouldn't be worth the risk.

He had to wait.

Wait until Wang Yang was completely finished, then go and handle the woman.

Zhang Mingde stood up and brushed off his clothes.

"Let's go. My treat tonight, let's have a good meal."

The bald man and the guy with yellow hair were overjoyed.

"Young Master Zhang is generous!"

"Let's go, let's go, I'm starving."

The three of them walked out of the hotel room with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Public Security Station, Deputy Director's office.

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong sat behind the desk, holding a cup of tea and sipping it slowly.

He was in his early fifties, his hair slicked back, his face bearing the smoothness and shrewdness of someone who had spent years navigating officialdom.

Just a moment ago, Zhang Mingde had called, and he had casually agreed to a few things without taking it too seriously.

What kind of background could a young punk have?

Lock him up for a few days to let Mingde vent his anger, and the matter would be over.

The door was knocked on twice.

"Come in."

The door opened, and the tall, thin officer who had previously interrogated Wang Yang walked in, a trace of hesitation on his face.

"Deputy Director Zhou, that Wang Yang..."

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong looked up at him.

"What's wrong?"

The tall, thin officer walked to the desk and lowered his voice.

"Deputy Director Zhou, that punk won't admit it. He insists that it was self-defense, and his attitude is very firm. I keep feeling..."

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong put down his teacup.

"Feeling what?"

The tall, thin officer hesitated for a moment.

"I feel like he might have some sort of trump card. He told me to call out the person behind this, and when he said that, he wasn't flustered at all. It didn't look like an act."

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong frowned, but quickly relaxed.

"What kind of trump card could a migrant worker from out of town have? Mingde said he didn't have any background, and he's been checked. Do what you need to do, judge it as you should. Fighting and causing minor injuries—he'll be locked up for at least twenty days."

The tall, thin officer nodded.

"Yes."

He turned to leave, then stopped.

"Deputy Director Zhou, what if? What if he really does have some background..."

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong looked at him, silent for a few seconds.

Then he stood up and picked up the teacup from the table.

"Let's go, let's go take a look."

In the interrogation room, the light was blinding.

Wang Yang leaned back against the chair, unhurried and calm, a faint smile still on his face.

The door opened.

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong walked in, followed by the tall, thin officer.

He glanced at Wang Yang, his gaze filled with scrutiny and disdain.

"You go out."

He waved his hand at the tall, thin officer.

The tall, thin officer nodded, stepped out, and closed the door.

Only two people were left in the interrogation room.

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong sat down opposite Wang Yang, crossed his legs, and placed the teacup on the table.

He eyed Wang Yang, as if looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Are you Wang Yang?"

Wang Yang looked at him.

"And you are?"

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong smiled.

"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that I have the final say in your case."

Wang Yang didn't speak, just looked at him.

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong leaned back against the chair, his tone light.

"Fighting and causing minor injuries. The injury reports for all three people are right here. What else do you have to say for yourself?"

Wang Yang looked at him.

"I've already said it: it was self-defense."

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong laughed.

"Self-defense? All three of them said you provoked them and threw the first punch. You're one person, they're three—who's going to believe you that it was self-defense?"

Wang Yang didn't respond.

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong continued, his tone filled with condescending arrogance.

"Young man, I advise you to be sensible. Admit it, write a letter of apology, pay some money, and you'll be out in a few days. Resisting won't do you any good."

Wang Yang looked at him, a smile slowly curling at the corner of his lips.

The smile was faint, as if he were looking at a clown.

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong felt a little uneasy under his gaze, but he quickly suppressed it.

"What are you smiling at?"

Wang Yang shook his head.

"Nothing."

He leaned back against the chair, his tone calm.

"Deputy Director Zhou, is it?"

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong was taken aback.

"How did you know?"

Wang Yang didn't answer, just said.

"I'm giving you one last chance. Let me go now, and tell me everything Zhang Mingde has done over the years. Otherwise, this matter will become very difficult to handle."

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong was stunned.

Then he laughed.

He laughed loudly, filled with disdain.

"Giving me one last chance? You? A migrant worker from out of town?"

He stood up and looked down at Wang Yang.

"Young man, do you know who you're talking to? I've been in this business for twenty years; what kind of people haven't I seen? Who do you think you are?"

Wang Yang wasn't angry, just looked at him.

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong finished laughing, sat back down, and took a sip from his teacup.

"Fine, you're something else. Let me see what you're capable of."

Wang Yang nodded.

"You don't mind if I make a phone call, do you?"

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong was taken aback, then laughed.

"Go ahead. Feel free to call."

He pushed the phone on the table toward Wang Yang.

Wang Yang took one look at it and didn't move.

He took his own phone out of his pocket and pulled up a number.

Deputy Director Zhou Xiong watched him, a mocking smile on his lips.

Wang Yang dialed the number.

Beep—beep—beep—

It rang three times, and the other side answered.

"Hello? Xiaoyang?"

A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the line, gentle and kind.