Chapter 790

"No need, we're just coming in to check IDs. National Day holiday, lots of people, chaotic—standard inspection. Keep playing your music, we'll take a quick look and leave."

Seeing Wang Yan refuse the cigarette and head straight inside, the young man quickly blocked him, nodding and bowing with a forced smile toward Wang Yan's displeased face.

"Officer Uncle, please wait a moment—I'll call our manager right away to cooperate with you, okay? Just one minute, only one minute."

Wang Yan smiled as he watched the group blocking the entrance, gesturing vaguely at them with his hand: "Then let's start with you guys. Better move fast—I've got limited patience. Hand over your IDs. Let me stress again: the body camera is recording audio and video the whole time. Please be mindful."

The blocking youth pulled out his ID and handed it to Wang Yan, then rushed to the side to use their walkie-talkie to call the manager. He actually knew Wang Yan—yesterday Wang Yan had stood there motionless, not moving an inch; a little inquiry would've made it clear who he was. And no matter how you looked at it, police wouldn't just stand guard outside a single shop. Besides, on this street, there were three other venues about the same scale as Ye Wei Yang.

So they'd already concluded: Wang Yan was here to cause trouble…

Of course Wang Yan was here to cause trouble—did they really need to guess? He hadn't even hidden it. He glanced casually at the ID, then passed it to Zhao Jiwēi, who was tense behind him.

Zhao Jiwēi knew exactly why they were here. His good brother Wang Yan had warned him beforehand: any ID he showed me must not belong to someone suspected of drug use. Had they just left the door, and now came the job?

I immediately snapped into full alert, using the police terminal to check IDs—we won't leave any record using the police terminal. Tonight, my police terminal will only query anyone except those suspected of drug use. When we return to the station, I'll just pull up a list and hand it to the Anti-Drug Squad. Simple, convenient.

There were eight people at the door. Officer Liu checked only two himself; the remaining seven were from Darenfa, two of whom had no criminal records, one had been sentenced to one and a half years for gang fighting, and another had been detained multiple times for brawling.

So now Officer Liu could only explain the stakes to Song Ju, hoping Song Ju had some brains. In reality, modern criminal investigation techniques make resistance useless. Light shines east, light shines west—it's just a matter of time. But most importantly, it's still about time.

He is He Xin's grandson, Tsui Ping Shan's son. He Xin's father is Zhao Zhangyi—not the one who runs the construction company. Now Ye Wei Yang has hired some players like Song Ju; it'd be strange if nothing happened.

"Call and notify them—say I and Dapeng were taken away by Siwaihe Police Station on suspicion of drug use." The man pulled out his phone and slammed it onto Officer Liu's palm. "You've got no guts."

Song Ju watched the two stunned officers ahead, believed what Officer Liu said, but said nothing, lowering his head in silence.

"Good." Officer Liu nodded with a smile and followed Tsui Ping Shan out the door into the venue.

"You actually have some knowledge of the Zhao family's situation—it's just that you haven't found solid evidence yet. Earlier, you gave us a tip: do you still remember Ding Lan from Fengdan Siwai?"

Tsui Ping Shan nodded: "Then you come with me too."

Tsui Ping Shan took the ID, glanced at it, and passed it to the man behind him, smiling: "Know me?"

He thinks if he says nothing, you can't investigate anything? He thinks if he speaks, you'll believe everything he says? Song Ju, don't be so naive. As long as he walks in, as long as we interrogate him, then whatever we find later, we'll assume: it's because he confessed.

"Officer Wang, you can't hold a grudge against me—the government has clearly stated we must care for released prisoners. Look at me now—I'm self-reliant. Officer Wang, mind if we step aside for a word?"

Officer Liu shook his head with a sly grin. Though he had no seniority to uphold, he still felt Wang Yan had fallen low—someone who used to have to wait half a year just to get a glimpse of him now dared to threaten him.

"You need to correct yourself. It's because of the National Day holiday that the municipal bureau has ordered strict protection of the people's lives and property, eliminating criminal acts—detect early, resolve early. Entertainment venues are full of mixed elements, so security and hazard inspections are mandatory."

Officer Liu didn't care about these details—he called Liu Yuan, head of the Anti-Drug Squad, told him about arresting Ye Wei Yang's manager, added that Song Ju was suspected of drug use, mentioned He Xin's suspicion, and told him to hurry over with a team for urgent interrogation, aiming to arrest Tsui Ping Shan.

"What about white crime?"

Interrogation techniques? Officer Liu had none—that's an auxiliary skill tied to understanding people. But civilized interrogation? He'd never experienced it. After all, beating someone before questioning always felt like hiding something. More importantly, he'd never been a proper person—this was all about private violence. If this could be done, he didn't believe for a second that Song Ju wasn't already half-dead…

Like Luo Dui, Zhao Peng was asleep in bed and had no time for idle talk. Come on—this was their Anti-Drug mascot. He immediately called and ordered people to rush to Siwaihe Police Station…

The man showed no fear, staring straight into Officer Liu's eyes: "Dapeng's right—some people really aren't someone like you, a big cop, can afford to offend. You're just wearing a uniform—what's that?"

Song Ju and He Xin went to the same school, both bad students. Back then, Tsui Ping Shan had lots of money and was very bold—he hung out with He Xin, ruled the campus, extremely arrogant. Fighting, chasing girls, even rape—none were unusual, but everything was always settled with money from the Zhao family.

Officer Liu smiled as he disconnected the venue's landline: "You're spending too much. Does Zhao Jiwēi, your boss, know? They directly offered you two VIP cards to Changle Restaurant—free food, free drinks. That place is expensive. Look at you—just ten thousand yuan? He Xin is really stingy. Or are you not taking me, a police officer from this station, seriously? The Zhao family's first generation really isn't like the next—terrible."

Later, they started running Ye Wei Yang. They sold drugs there, and those dealers knew them. The drugs came from someone called Seventh Brother, who was under Zhao Zhangyi's trusted lieutenant; beyond that, he didn't know. Tsui Ping Shan knew enough not to say anything more.

Officer Liu took the card from his hand, shoved it into his pocket, then pulled out handcuffs from his waist. Without a word, he grabbed the man's wrist, spun him around—click, click—quick, clean, and he cuffed Tsui Ping Shan.

Song Ju said: "Oh, one more thing—He Xin claims his family connections reach the provincial level. I don't know the details. Honestly, if I lie, may I be struck by seven thunderbolts."

After a few minutes, Song Ju looked up: "You say… they're protecting your family?"

"What reason? Wang, don't pretend you didn't warn him—some people you can't afford to offend. Taking you away is easy, but you'd better think clearly about the consequences."

That much was clear—Zhao Peng's team had some knowledge of He Xin's case. Officer Liu raised an eyebrow: "Can't be done?"

They escorted Song Ju back to the station, had someone take him for a drug test, then locked him in an interrogation room, and placed the previously seized Tsui Ping Shan shopping card into evidence bag.

"How could I possibly know him? Officer Wang is now a celebrity in Ping'an City. I live in Yuhua Terrace—four members of our district property committee all went in, the worst one got half a year. We never imagined—we could even embezzle money from district gas installations. Those people deserve to die. All this is your doing—if not for you, we common folks would still be in the dark."

He'd known He Xin for a long time and understood the man's nature—he didn't think He Xin would push everything onto him and wash his hands clean. No matter how much, when the day came, some of his affairs would inevitably be dumped on him. Isn't it better to think ahead—is it really worth dying with the Zhao family?

Wang Yan can't do anything to him—it's a gamble. Go all-in on the Zhao family? Otherwise, after this, he'll be the one suffering. Whether it's doable or not, since Officer Liu's recklessness exposed everything, there's no turning back—we must see it through, no retreat.

After saying that, Officer Liu went back, called Darenfa, and drove away from the police station.

"Let's see who dies first."

"Bribing a public official—he gave me a ten-thousand-yuan Zhao Dewen shopping card. Just take it back for investigation." Officer Liu replied, then ignored the fat man, pushing aside the two young men behind him: "He Xin, right? You know what's going on—why hide behind them? Today we're checking IDs. Come with me for questioning."

Sitting with his back to the door was Song Ju; the two Anti-Drug interrogators were wearily enduring him.

"That's all based on the assumption He Xin uses drugs. What if he doesn't?"

"I'm not just releasing him—I need to find out who called Wang Yan. No need to overthink it. You bring him back, I'll interrogate him. We have evidence—what do we fear? I claim he uses drugs, bring him in for a drug test—is that a problem? If we find a breakthrough on He Xin, we arrest him directly. I doubt Tsui Ping Shan can hold out."

Tsui Ping Shan walked over and yanked at Song Ju's trendy hairstyle: "Snap out of it. Where are you? Did you come here to sleep?"

Just said it was a week ago…

"You know about violent interrogation? I see you're tired—I'm just giving you a wake-up call." Tsui Ping Shan slapped him again on the back of the head, then turned to the two interrogators: "Did anyone tell you about Tsui Ping Shan's arrest?"

"Got it." Darenfa grinned, then deliberately patted down Song Ju, pulling out his phone, wallet, cigarettes, and lighter, then gave him a polite shove: "What are you staring at? Get going."

Officer Liu held his thermos cup in one hand, lid in the other, pouring tea steadily as he smiled at Song Ju: "Looks like you still don't understand the situation. Let me explain it simply."

Saying that, he walked over and sat in the front passenger seat.

"Why does your tone sound like you're accusing me? Director Zhao, I'm a police officer. Your grandson has now been confirmed to use drugs, and he insulted and assaulted a police officer. Oh, by the way—you know this guy too—he's the one who came with me to your house. Old Zhao, I didn't say it, but this grandson of yours is completely uneducated."

"What reason?"

Someone like this naturally has the power to report others far beyond ordinary people. And today's incident—Wang Yan actually had no idea. Officer Liu could close his eyes and report, and he'd hit the mark every time.

"Record it: slander of a police officer."

To be fair, the Zhao family is brazen. According to Song Ju, it's very likely a whole chain—everyone in the family must die. The Anti-Drug Squad and municipal bureau aren't acting, not because they lack will, but because they can't withstand pressure—they can only act once they have evidence. But they can't act like Officer Liu—charging straight ahead.

After finishing this routine, Zhao Peng arrived with his team, assigned his interrogation experts to question, then pulled Officer Liu aside to smoke in the courtyard.

Tsui Ping Shan, without turning his head, instructed the Anti-Drug officer typing nearby, speaking solemnly: "I'm just telling you the facts—we're police officers; how could we do such things? But you say your family won't be protected—because we can't foresee the danger to your family."

Officer Liu scanned the people present; none dared meet his gaze. He sneered, turned, and drove off.

"Suspected of drug use. Please cooperate with the investigation." Looking at the man whose eyes widened sharply, Tsui Ping Shan smiled—power gives fools a strange courage, but it's not the fool's power: "Hand over your phone. Make it easier on yourself."

"He's utterly insulting you—Zhao Jiwei treats you with respect, so why does his grandson treat you so badly? You now believe he's suspected of drug use; come with us for a drug test, and we hope he cooperates with the investigation. Jiwei, search him."

"Long Ping is only a branch bureau chief—I don't need to have an attitude for it to matter."

"The Siwaihe Sect's recent nights have seemed intense, but the actual commotion was minor—Lu's team already got the news. Now Liu's team is risking their life, Wang Yan is staking his career behind them, and I have to do it too."

"Bribing a public official—he must be taken back for review under the law. Please cooperate."

Long Ping sighed and hurriedly spoke: "Actually, you and He Xin went to the same school—you weren't just in the same school, you were in the same class since middle school…"

Same procedure: before taking the two for drug tests, they were locked in the interrogation room outside. Zhao Peng had no other words—just gave Liu's team a thumbs-down, then personally went to interrogate He Xin.

"But there's one thing you must consider: the Zhao family is likely one of Ping'an City's major clans. The municipal bureau shares the same judgment, the same situation. So Long Ping, don't hold out too much hope—I think he won't say anything at all. His wife, children, and elders are all under their control—he dares not speak."

Long Ping shook his head: "Unlikely. You've seen his file—he raped a young woman in high school; she eventually jumped to her death. His family paid compensation and suppressed the case. Someone like that, who seeks thrills and can't control his desires—do you think he wouldn't seek that thrill? Even if he isn't using drugs, I'll find an excuse to arrest him and lock him up for seventy-seven days first."

Saying this, Liu's team pulled out his phone, played back the previous call recording, then played the recording of Wang Yan calling him afterward—neither mentioned anything sensitive, and they weren't afraid of being overheard.

Liu's team immediately called Lu's team. Lu was still up late working on the Yue Wei case, so he immediately checked the case and confirmed it never happened. He then investigated the two other names Liu provided, along with the people Zhao's family sent to handle the body.

"Director Zhao has been good to you—I heard it, but Director Zhao isn't thinking of you. He does what he must, and you do what you must. See whether you can still serve the people. Sleep well, Old Zhao. That kind of peaceful sleep is hard to come by—hurry up and brew it, or by the time morning comes…"

Watching Liu's team walk off unsteadily, the big man quickly pulled out his phone: "Hey, Peng Ge, Xin Ge got arrested by the cops—I don't know who, called Liu's team, from Siwaihe Police Station. Came to check IDs, Xin Ge didn't let him—maybe the gift wasn't good enough? Anyway, he was taken away. Hurry over, Peng Ge. That guy named Wang just said he'd be back soon…"

"Officer Wang, you must protect my family—they're truly dangerous!" Song Ju pleaded.

Liu's team brewed fresh tea, didn't disturb Xia Jie or others, sat in the front yard, sipping tea and smoking.

"What am I, worth you chasing after me?" Long Ping slapped Song Ju's arm. "Now, don't shout, don't call out, shut your mouth—got it?"

Even the mildest—they killed a person. It happened when they bullied a young woman; no one stepped in. They went too far, and she died instantly.

"In truth, this matter carries risk but offers low reward. Taking down the Zhao family would truly be a major achievement…"

"Oh, haha, you're Officer Wang? Terribly sorry—my people are uncouth, this late-night business has truly troubled you. I'm Wang Hu, the bar owner. You're checking IDs? Investigate thoroughly—do whatever you want."

Liu's team said nothing else—handled it strictly by the book, made his stance clear: the man wouldn't be released. Whoever released him, he'd report directly to the provincial level—see whether these people truly had such power.

"Don't worry—they're not just scaring you. Honestly, we value our lives more than anyone. Hand him over." Long Ping told the two drug enforcement officers, then left with his thermos.

"What's Wang Yan's attitude?"

But thinking again, it was strangely normal—Liu's team's reputation was no longer confined to the Dark District; the entire Ping'an City police system knew his name. After the property incident, Liu's team had become legendary within Ping'an's police force—his operational skills were too weak, his community work results too exaggerated, like a myth…

Let's return to today's matter. He himself said it's National Day—going to Ye Wei Yang to check IDs and conduct safety inspections is perfectly reasonable. You didn't understand—such a complex matter, yet you insisted on blocking it. If we pursue it legally, that's resisting law enforcement—is that reasonable?"

Song Ju frowned at Liu's team: "Why do I feel like you're threatening my family?"

Inside, Song Ju pulled out a pack of Tian Shang cigarettes. Seeing Long Ping decline, he lit one himself, then took a card from his pocket: "Officer Wang, this is Zhao Dewen's shopping card from Siwaihe—it holds ten thousand yuan. This isn't bribery—it's community-police cooperation to build a harmonious society. As a civilian, I'm showing appreciation for Officer Wang's hard work serving the people. Officer Wang, please don't refuse—take it."

According to Song Ju, he was He Xin's loyal right-hand man. His entire criminal record involved helping He Xin. He'd heard He Xin speak often about Zhao Zhangyi and Zhao Dewu's deeds—not murder cases, but gambling, drinking, prostitution, and other secrets. He Xin truly trusted Long Ping—they'd killed together, so he could be relied upon.

"But later, I heard He Xin say the supply had some issues—there was a conflict with people from Guangdong."

Yet he hadn't stayed long when his phone rang again—he smiled when he saw the caller.

He truly didn't want to act—his goal was simply to enter and check IDs, to find everyone suspected of drug use. Even if he didn't catch any dealers, he was 100% certain: by checking everyone in Ye Wei Yang, he could trace connections, inch by inch, back to the Zhao family.

Zhao Peng was a seventy-something-year-old man with a square face and thin frame. His pressure was far greater than Lu's—he was hard to deal with. They'd met a few times before, and it was fine. Besides, Liu's team was a woman on par with police dogs; Zhao Peng's attitude was even colder than Lu's.

"Of course I know him—he died because of that incident. It was about two months later. Zhao Zilong was someone who followed the Zhao family. He Xin said this kid found Seventh Brother on his own. He thought he was wrong, but his background was pitiful, so Seventh Brother kept him around."

Also, you think his phone is clean? We can still dig up something. Then it won't be two different things anymore. Which choice is most advantageous? Any normal person understands, right? Long Ping—what do you say?"

"Fine, we can't take down the Zhao family. Lately, they've gotten wind of something—they've become much more cautious, restrained significantly. I assume you asked Lu? They've arrested too many scapegoats. The real problem lies below—our people can't handle it. If the audit checks our companies' finances, they'll arrest our whole family. Then we just need to quickly find evidence—it's simple enough."

Liu's team himself is a wealthy man—even richer than Ping'an City's power players. The Zhao family combined doesn't have as much money as he does. These officials scramble to hoard wealth, yet they can never reach his numbers. His operational skills are also extremely weak—exaggeratedly speaking, his entire career advancement depends on Liu's team's community visits and achievements. One commendation, two third-class merits, third-class merit is basically guaranteed—he's in the pipeline.

Liu's team nodded. At this point, it was settled.

He hadn't finished his cigarette when his phone rang—it wasn't anyone else—it was Long Ping. The captured He Xin was one thing, but this arrogant bastard's father was an official.

Before Liu's team finished speaking, Tsui Ping Shan hung up. The big man probably felt his heart pounding from rage.

He might think the Zhao family has people trying to intervene. Long Ping stubbornly refuses to speak. When time runs out, the operation inside fails, and they'll have nothing left. But I tell you—it's impossible. As long as you're still breathing, you won't walk out. The officer interrogating Long Ping is the captain of the Criminal Investigation Team, with seventy years of drug enforcement experience. He thinks someone like He Xin could possibly hold out?

Song Ju winced in pain, suddenly alert, glaring at the two interrogators behind him: "Is this violent interrogation? I'm filing a complaint—I'm filing a complaint!"

He might think you're lying—that you, a senior officer, can't stop us, can't resist us, that you might not even live two more days. You don't know whether he's ever met Zhao Jiwei or heard his voice. Here—listen to this conversation."

Seeing Liu's team nod, Zhao Peng yawned: "I'm Seventh Auntie raised by Zhao Zhangyi. Besides me, there are others in the circle—we've identified them, but we can't find evidence. We don't know where the drugs come from, where they go, or their scale. All we've found are the upper-level lackeys—we can't connect them to the Zhao family."

"Said it? Useless—this kid's mouth is hard as stone." One of them answered helplessly, holding strong dislike for the woman on par with police dogs.

"Officer Wang, old man doesn't understand—where did I offend you? After the Zhao Zhendong case, you said nothing—it was just old man being foolish in his youth. I even owe you thanks, Officer Wang—you cleared my name. But we've had no other contact—why are you targeting this dying old man?"

Liu's team raised an eyebrow: "Do you know Zhao Zilong?"

"No, no, Officer Wang is right—young people today are disrespectful. Could you give old man a face? Make a little concession? Arrest him if you must—but let it end here, okay? Old man doesn't have many days left. The young have plenty of time ahead. Officer Wang is capable, devoted to serving the people—the people need you."

After exhaling smoke from a Huazi cigarette, Zhao Peng asked: "You wanted to take down Zhao Jiwei, so you found He Xin?"

The two drug enforcement officers had certainly seen Wang Yan and heard the legends about Long Ping. But listening to Liu's team's conversation, they felt Wang Yan was helpless—this sounded like a negotiation.

By then, Darenfa had already appeared. Liu's team smiled: "Let's go, Jiwei. This kid walked right into it. Let's take him back first, then come back and continue checking IDs."

"Of course—I guarantee you, once we fully take down the Zhao family, we'll protect you forever." Long Ping nodded with a smile, pleased with Song Ju's pragmatism. "Tell everything—from beginning to end."

"Can't. His criminal record—could a district property manager scare him?" Liu's team glanced at the police terminal from Darenfa, returned the ID. "Enough talk—I'm going in to check IDs. What do you say?"

Fortunately, only seven people were present then, and the young woman had already fled. Soon after, the Zhao family handled the body, labeling it a disappearance. The rescued girl dared not speak—she even transferred schools. Long Ping said he kicked her twice—the worst was done by someone else, who smashed her skull with a turn of his head…

Long Ping gave him no chance to speak—kicked him down, cuffed him immediately, then patted his face with a smile: "Now that's one more charge: insulting and assaulting police, resisting law enforcement. Young Master Zhao cares about face—don't shout, control yourself. You don't want to be on the news, do you?"

"Do you dare to think that? The moment you arrest him, someone calls Wang Yan's name—then Wang Suo calls you to release him. Do you believe that?"

He answered with a chuckle: "Oh, Director Zhao! It's already past two—why didn't you call me earlier? If elderly folks sleep lightly, look—you're up at two!"

Actually, if Ye Wei Yang had cooperated, I wouldn't have acted—because that would alert them. I only wanted to check everyone in Ye Wei Yang, then hand them over to the drug enforcement team for individual investigation. But a manager dared to act superior to me, relying on his front desk—so I had to push back. I'm not afraid of alerting them—even if they hide their crimes, they might make mistakes and expose bigger problems.

Don't hide it from you—we've had several operations leak. Think about how many people are involved. That Tsui Ping Shan really has talent—he's managed this far? Can't help but admire him."

"You're asking for death."

Zhao Peng's voice was thick with exhaustion—the tragedy of a big man. After all, he, head of an eighty-person drug enforcement team, was only a deputy section chief.

He knew I was targeting Ye Wei Yang, targeting the Zhao family. He thinks the Zhao family has power? But even so—how dare I arrest He Xin directly? Not just He Xin, but a proper official's son—Zhang Lei, the district leader's son. If I weren't dead serious, how would I dare touch either of them? By the way, we both confirmed our drug tests.

Liu's team drank slowly, sipping tea. He didn't speak. The two drug enforcement officers, who had silently surrendered interrogation rights, naturally said nothing. The interrogation room's soundproofing was excellent—soon, only the sound of Liu's team slurping tea remained, truly annoying.

Eight years before his release from prison, at this time He Xin was still in the country; Song Ju had married and had a child. I didn't have small money, and large sums were indeed lacking—how much money did He Xin give me? That's how one year passed, and when it was Gao Yi's eighth year, He Xin returned and dragged me to take drugs; only then did I learn that the Zhao family had been trafficking drugs. I wanted to run away then, but I had already taken the drugs, and moreover, knowing so much, I couldn't escape—I just kept going along with it.

After checking identities around, it didn't take long—a woman dressed in a shiny suit and formal attire, with a fashionable hairstyle, gray-white hair gel, and pointed leather shoes, looked to be in her eighties, walked out.

Long Ping glared, but seeing Long Ping's calm eyes, he snorted and let Da Runfa drag him out of the car.

There was still no breakthrough; the rest of the matter had little to do with him. Although it was possible the Zhao family had already started destroying evidence and fleeing, Liu Dui suspected Wang Yan, Luo Dui, Zhao Peng, and others' efforts.

"What? You surnamed Wang, you're slandering me!" He Xin stepped forward sharply, shoved away the Da Runfa employee who had just searched him, using little force, "Get out. I'm calling the police—see who among you dares to move."

You checked whether he had any drug use records after he got out eight years ago. That doesn't mean his addiction was picked up during those eight years. You think it wasn't Long Ping who led him down that path—maybe he forced him. As far as you know, He Xin is a pervert, a thoroughly bad person.

Long Pingshan looked at these records and grew excited. He had absolute trust in his older brother. He said if it wasn't drug use, seven out of eight people were suspected of drug use; two had criminal records, one being this guy who looked like the leader—he got sentenced to one and a half years for fighting. He'd truly plunged straight into a criminal gang. He kept getting more excited…

But Long Ping was too full of himself, and he was a manager—not a low-level staff member. This guy himself used drugs, so it was settled—take him back for interrogation.

He crushed the cigarette butt into the flowerbed, then Liu Dui went again to refill his thermos with cold water, walked to the place he often went, and opened the door to Interrogation Room One.

When you go out to arrest people everywhere, you say we're He Xin—do you still believe him? In such a situation, you say he's not saying his family is safe? You say his family will be protected tomorrow afternoon, and he himself will get some leniency. But if you wait for yourselves to find out, his family might be threatened, and he himself might get the death penalty.

"Oh, I thought it was someone else—it's Officer Wang. I'm the manager of Ye Wei Yang, Long Ping. Here's my ID."

Liu Dui laughed, pointing to his body camera: "You just said it clearly—the body camera recorded everything. Your brother here is trying to harm me."

Back on the bar street again, it was noticeably quieter. When Long Ping parked his car beside a Ferrari and turned on the body camera before walking toward Ye Wei Yang, two young men smoking inside the shop came out to meet him.

"Officer Wang, this is ridiculous. Yesterday you stayed until midnight across from our Ye Wei Yang, and today you're back again—what's your purpose? We can report you for abusing power for personal gain, disrupting normal business operations, and ruining the business environment along the Four Rivers. Officer Wang, don't misunderstand—we're not threatening you. We're a legal entertainment venue. You gave no notice, and this isn't a surprise inspection—isn't that inappropriate?"

Long Ping silently smoked. Liu Dui's financial situation wasn't secret, just how much wasn't widely known. Long Ping having no close relatives wasn't a secret either—he actually wanted to stop him, but he truly couldn't. He wondered: should he call Wang Yan now, or let someone else call Wang Yan later…

Long Ping had nothing to say—he was unlike the general public, and even more unlike a special public official.

"Long Pingshan dares to threaten me? I'll see if he can kill me. A while ago, your bureau chief called me—this much we two can testify to. My determination is right here. If you're stupid enough, you should be thinking now about making us hurry up and take down the Zhao family—not sitting like an idiot waiting for someone to rescue you. That's impossible."

As Song Ju recounted, the crimes were gradually unearthed.

You know he fears for his family's safety—you just saw: his parents are alive, he has a younger sister in elementary school, a wife, and two children—a girl and a boy. But you think of us police as too powerless—how could we possibly fail to protect his family? As long as he tells us what he knows, I'll send officers with guns to guard his home—no problem at all.

"He came for Peng Ge?"

He said it—we can then confirm his family's lives are under threat, and we'll send protection. Do you know how light our police resources are? He resists stubbornly, and we'll assume his family received so-called "home security fees." He's an adult—can't he understand this basic logic?

But the problem was, Long Ping was beyond his control; pressure from others fell on him—he became the one caught in the middle, suffering.

He made Da Runfa escort the man out of the car, then turned to a young man frowning: "You seem quite angry?"

The self-proclaimed boss, Wang Hu, was a fat, well-fed man—also young, under eighty—and he smiled warmly, looking quite innocent: "We're even from the same surname, Officer Wang. Ask me—why was Song Ju arrested? Don't we need a reason?"

Liu Dui tossed the items used in their shop to the man behind him. At that moment, he was utterly at a loss, staring blankly as he took the things, while Liu Dui chuckled: "Let me tell you first—I'll come back later. See if anyone dares to block me from checking IDs this time."

Whether Wang Yan was mistreated had nothing to do with Liu Dui—he just needed to be mistreated.

He Xin was seventy-eight, neither fat nor thin, looking half-asleep and very frail. But now he squinted, calmly staring at Liu Dui, as if trying to intimidate him with his presence.

Liu Dui chuckled and waved his hand: "The problem is big, but subordinates handle subordinates. If nothing's happening down below, are we just going to watch the Zhao family poison Ping Shan City? Long Ping, you start interrogating. I'll wait a bit—check if He Xin used drugs. If he did, just arrest me too, right? Song Ju is stubborn—he thinks He Xin can be more stubborn?"

The anti-drug officers were already energized and ready. The Zhao family—we all knew them. Everyone here tonight was trustworthy. We were very excited—if we took down the Zhao family, what a huge achievement this would be.

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