Chapter 2808

Gu Xiaowu came back with the transcript: "Captain Zhao, Ji Zhanyong confessed—it was Wang Hu who gave him 100,000 to kill Zhou Andong."

Zhao Hong took the transcript, flipped it open, glanced at it, then tossed it onto the table: "Wang Hu, Ji Zhanyong has confessed. If you stubbornly resist to the end, you'll be the mastermind—by then, that fine head of yours will be packing up and moving out."

Zhao Hong slowly paced over to Wang Hu, raised his hand, and slapped his shoulder heavily: "I'll give you three minutes to think it over. If you still insist on taking the fall yourself, I've got nothing more to say."

Anyway, the case is cracked, the evidence is solid—you're the mastermind. I've already reported to my superiors and to the victim. As for whether you live or die, Wang Hu, that's your own choice. I gave you the chance—you didn't take it—so don't blame me.

Wang Hu's body shuddered—Zhao Hong's words hit him like a sudden awakening. He cursed fiercely in his heart: Damn, I'm really a fucking idiot.

If I don't drag Yin Xuan into this, once the Yin family finds out I've been caught, I probably won't even make it to the execution ground—I'll be done in inside the detention center. So I have to pull Yin Xuan down with me, make the Yin family jump in after him—only then can I stay safe.

After all, by that time, if anything happens to me, the Yin family will be the prime suspects. As long as they're not all idiots, they definitely won't do something stupid like killing me to silence me.

"I'll talk!" Wang Hu said without hesitation: "It was Yin Xuan who gave me 200,000 to kill Zhou Andong. As for why, I didn't ask—and I didn't dare to ask."

Zhao Hong laughed, glanced at the recorder on the table—it was working normally—and asked: "Did Yin Xuan find you directly, or through an intermediary?"

"It was through Daya Ya," Wang Hu said honestly: "Three days ago, Daya Ya called me, saying Yin Xuan wanted to see me, and told me to go to 301 Hospital to meet him."

Zhao Hong continued: "Did Daya Ya take any money?"

"I don't know about that," Wang Hu shook his head: "When I went to the hospital to see Yin Xuan, he handed me 200,000 right away."

Zhao Hong pondered: "Did you know Yin Xuan before this?"

"Yeah!" Wang Hu hesitated before saying: "We've had some little errands back and forth—Yin Xuan would have me run them. If I couldn't handle it, then Daya Ya would step in."

Zhao Hong asked: "At this time, do you know where Daya Ya might be?"

Wang Hu said without hesitation: "Right now, he's probably at JJdisco on Xinjiekou."

Zhao Hong said doubtfully: "Is there a disco at Xinjiekou?"

"Still under renovation!" Zhao Hong said: "But it's almost done—should open around December."

Zhao Hong asked: "Is this disco invested in by Daya Ya?"

"No!" Zhao Hong shook his head: "But he has shares in it, so he goes by every night to check things out."

Zhao Hong turned and walked out: "Gu Xiaowu, get Wang Hu to sign and fingerprint, then send him to the detention center."

"Yes!" Gu Xiaowu replied.

Zhao Hong left the interrogation room and called out to Lao Qian and the others: "Follow me—we're going to catch Daya Ya."

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Xinjiekou!

The JJdisco sign was already up—every passerby couldn't help but glance up.

Inside, piles of random renovation materials lay about. Near the door, a white cloth was spread on the ground, piled with sausages, roast duck, braised snacks—all kinds of food.

Daya Ya lived up to his name—very tall, clearly over 1.8 meters, but skinny as a rail, with a longer-than-average head and a short chin. Especially his two big front teeth—unusually large. Even if he tried to hide them, they still stuck out past his lips.

At that moment, seven or eight people sat on plastic beer crates, surrounded by empty bottles, already flushed from drinking.

A young man with an imposing air raised his beer bottle: "The disco opens in December—come on, let's all have one, to wish our business prosperity."

Daya Ya laughed heartily: "Ma Zong, JJ opened in Shanghai in '92—two years later it was famous nationwide. Every time I go to Shanghai, I go to JJ—never missed a beat. Now you've brought JJ to Jingcheng—I'm sure business won't be worse than in Shanghai."

"Daya Ya's right!" a young man shouted wildly: "JJ poured a cup of Jingcheng—business definitely won't be worse than in Shanghai."

Another young man put down his bottle, frowning: "Yin Lao'er just walked out of the hospital without saying a word, won't answer calls—no idea where he ran off to."

"Maybe his old man locked him up again?" another young man laughed: "Yin Lao'er being grounded isn't exactly new."

"You're right," the young man followed with a laugh: "Tomorrow I'll go check on him."

Ma Zong stayed silent, watching the few people before him, his eyes betraying a barely concealed helplessness. He's an overseas Chinese who returned with his father two years ago and opened the country's first disco, JJ, in Shanghai.

They came back to invest, and the government welcomed them—green lights all the way through the paperwork. But what they never expected was that once JJ opened and business boomed, a man showed up offering 10,000 yuan for 60% of the shares.

Naturally, they refused. Then, every night, some petty thugs would come cause trouble, and certain departments would show up every few days with various excuses to inspect—business suffered badly.

They'd gone to the relevant officials more than once, each time received politely, promises made—but nothing ever got resolved. In the end, they had to compromise: they found the other side, agreed to take no money, and gave them 20% non-voting shares.

The other side was still greedy, but didn't insist on 60% anymore—now they wanted 40%. The father and son had no choice but to agree, or else this just-opened JJ would have to shut down—and they'd lose everything, while the other side walked away with the advantage.

When they decided to bring JJ to Jingcheng, they'd learned their lesson—first, find the local bully to negotiate with. That way, if he demands too much, they can walk away. Also, since it's the original investment, the local bully has to put up real money too.

So, the Ma family went winding this way and that—no idea who introduced them—but somehow they found Daya Ya here. Then, through Daya Ya, they met Yin Xuan and these other second-generation heirs.

"Yo!" a teasing voice suddenly rang from the doorway: "You guys all drinking?"

Several people jumped, turned their heads—and saw a few police officers, especially when they saw Zhao Hong, one of the second-generation heirs frowned. Because he knew Zhao Hong—he knew Ye Jun was the guy Zhao Hong had arrested—so seeing Zhao Hong suddenly appear here made his heart jump hard, his brain scrambling to recall whether he'd done anything recently to provoke heaven and anger men.