Chapter 2803

Old Qian, who had been staring at the back door, saw the door open, the curtain lifted, and the already slanting sunlight shone directly in, instantly brightening the previously dim space.

Old Zheng made a gesture at the door, Old Qian's spirits lifted, and he gave Zhao Hong a slight nod. The other few criminal investigators and police officers who remained also noticed immediately, their bodies tensing up.

Several criminal investigators simultaneously reached for their waists with their right hands, the cold, familiar feel instantly filling them with a murderous aura. Old Seven and his crew were having a blast, completely unaware of the danger.

Zhao Hong stood behind Old Seven, leaned in, and whispered in his ear: "Old Seven, you're definitely going to lose this hand."

"Damn it!" Old Seven said without turning his head: "Brother, can't you speak properly? My hand is so neat, even with just three small cards, how could I lose?"

Zhao Hong smiled and said: "I say you lose, and you will lose."

"You fucking..." Old Seven's anger flared up instantly. On this little patch of land at Majuqiao, this bunch of hoodlums, relying on having someone behind them, truly didn't take the police officers seriously.

Because they knew very well in their hearts that even if they offended the police, it wouldn't matter; if arrested, they'd be released the next day. If they dared not to release them, the bureau leadership would definitely come to inspect the police station.

So, this bunch of petty hooligans acted with impunity. They didn't dare to lay hands on the police, but shouting a few curses at the police's parents? They didn't care at all. Worst case, they'd spend a night in detention; anyway, these police would have scruples and wouldn't dare to use dirty tricks on them.

Old Seven's anger rose, but before he could finish his curse, he felt a large hand press down on his head, followed by an irresistible force slamming his head hard onto the table.

"Bang!" A dull impact sound rang out, the solid wood table shuddered, a trace of blood splattered on Old Seven's forehead, staining the playing cards.

Everything happened too suddenly; the dozen or so petty hooligans playing poker and watching the fun were all stunned. Old Seven even saw stars, his head buzzing, consciousness gone.

"Bang!" Old Qian raised his gun and fired at the ceiling, roaring: "All of you damn well squat down, hands on heads, whoever dares to move will be shot dead immediately."

The gunshot rang out, the petty hooligans jerked, and instantly crouched with hands on heads; these days, petty hooligans have their own judgment when police make arrests. Drawing a gun but not firing a warning shot? Most likely just intimidation.

So, if there's a chance to run, run; if not caught, they won't shoot at you. But during an arrest, once the gun fires, as long as you haven't done something to deserve getting your head blown off, never run. Because if you run, there's a significant chance you won't even get to court, you'll just eat peanuts (i. e., be killed outright).

Old Seven's arms were twisted behind his back and handcuffed, then two criminal investigators hurriedly escorted him out. Immediately after, Wang Hu was also brought out from behind, his head still covered with a piece of clothing.

Those petty hooligans crouching with hands on heads were already panicked; at the moment the gunshot rang, they knew big trouble had come. Now seeing, not only was Seventh Brother arrested, but Tiger Brother too, fear grew in their hearts, wondering if they'd be implicated.

Zhao Hong waved his hand: "Take them all back to the squad."

"Yes!" Old Qian kicked a petty hooligan in front of him: "Get up, follow us."

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Xicheng Bureau!

Wen Sanmao was brought to the detention center; in just a few short days, this guy had visibly lost weight, fatigue evident, his eyes bloodshot, no longer the arrogant and domineering self from before.

Yu Xiangjun lit a cigarette and stuffed it into Wen Sanmao's mouth: "Wen Liang, regarding the smuggling matter, there's still a point of doubt needing your cooperation to answer."

Wen Sanmao took a hard drag of the cigarette, then looked at Yu Xiangjun with eyes full of hope: "Director Yu, we're old acquaintances, can't you tell me the truth? Do I still have hope to live?"

Yu Xiangjun sighed: "You've made considerable merit this time; if you hadn't offended Zhou Andong, you'd still have a hope of survival."

"Offended Zhou Andong?" Wen Sanmao startled, a bit anxious: "I don't even know Zhou Andong, how could I have offended him?"

Yu Xiangjun patted Wen Sanmao's shoulder: "To put it more precisely, you offended Zhou Andong's younger sister, Zhou Anqin."

"Ah?" Hearing Zhou Anqin's name, Wen Sanmao startled, then his body began to tremble: "That... that female college student from CAFA, Zhou Anqin, is Zhou Andong's younger sister?"

"Exactly!" Yu Xiangjun said without any fluctuation in tone: "I specifically looked into this; when you were at school, planning to forcibly take Zhou Anqin away, you were already sentenced to death."

Wen Sanmao's trembling worsened, regretful?

He certainly regretted it; if he had known Zhou Anqin was Zhou Andong's younger sister. No, even if she were a distant relative, he wouldn't dare provoke her.

Thinking back to his vicious words on the CAFA campus, then sending people to guard the gate, wanting to drag Zhou Anqin away and send her to his bed, Wen Sanmao regretted so much he wanted to grab a knife and castrate himself—how did he just let his lust take over?

Then he thought of that day's car accident and the Nissan; the brothers he sent to follow Zhou Anqin were hit, one dead, one seriously injured. Then, he had two more brothers beaten into serious injury, one already paralyzed, able only to lie in bed for life.

Upon careful reflection, that car accident wasn't an accident; the two people in that Nissan were definitely Zhou Anqin's bodyguards. So, on that day, he had already entered Zhou Andong's sight.

Yu Xiangjun lit a cigarette for himself, looking at the lifeless, remorseful Wen Sanmao, he wanted to laugh, really wanted to shout "serves you right," but in the face of decency, he kept his mouth shut, continuing to pressure Wen Sanmao.

"Wen Liang, your smuggling was exposed by people sent by Zhou Andong." Yu Xiangjun sighed again: "If you hadn't provoked his sister, your smuggling would never have been exposed."

Wen Sanmao opened his mouth, all because of a woman, he brought deadly disaster upon himself. A tear slid down the corner of his eye; at this moment, regret overwhelmed him, his eyes were dead ashes, he no longer held any hope.

His past, like yellowed film, kept flashing in his mind. He went from a petty hooligan, step by step to the peak. Not knowing from when, he became increasingly arrogant, increasingly fearless. And now, he finally paid the price for his arrogance and fearlessness.

"Director Yu!" Wen Sanmao's voice turned hoarse, tears still flowing: "Ask away, as long as I know, I will not conceal anything."