Chapter 2810

Qi Dali is a seasoned old hand; Zhao Hong's words he believes, the evidence is already complete, whether he admits it or not makes no difference, and it does not affect the judgment against him. But all this has a premise, namely that it is based on the situation where Yin Xuan was arrested and confessed.

If the police dare not arrest Yin Xuan, then the evidence the police hold has a gap, and can only go as far as Wang Hu, which has no effect on him, but does he have the guts to bet that the police dare not arrest Yin Xuan?

Moreover, Zhao Hong said one thing most correctly: Zhou Andong is the factory director of the woolen mill, a bureau-level leading cadre; Yin Xuan hired thugs to assassinate Zhou Andong, which absolutely counts as stepping over the red line. The police dare not offend the Yin family and arrest Yin Xuan—then do they dare to offend Zhou Andong?

Qi Dali's mind raced, and he finally reached a conclusion: whether the police offend the Yin family or Zhou Andong, he chooses a fifty-fifty split. But in the end, he still bets that the police dare not offend the Yin family, dare not arrest Yin Xuan.

Qi Dali's shoulder once again felt a heavy pressure, and Zhao Hong's voice came from beside his ear: "Time's up, what's your choice?"

"I..." Qi Dali hesitated.

"I don't have time to waste with you." Zhao Hong waved his hand: "Take him to the detention center; I must immediately report to the bureau chief, apply for an arrest warrant, and arrest Yin Xuan."

Qi Dali suddenly lifted his head to look at Zhao Hong, seeing Zhao Hong's stern and cold expression, his heart jumped. If this case is personally supervised by the Public Security Bureau chief, then Zhao Hong saying he will arrest Yin Xuan is absolutely not empty talk; he probably bet wrong.

Qi Dali immediately panicked: Zhou Andong not dying is certain. Because if Zhou Andong were really killed, his interrogation would absolutely not be this civilized; they wouldn't let him off easily without beating him half to death.

But even if Zhou Andong only got a scrape on his arm, if I say nothing and resist to the end, his sentence will definitely be seven years or more. If I confess honestly, with a better attitude, striving for merit, the sentence could be reduced by three or four years.

"I'll talk!" Qi Dali couldn't hold on anymore: "Three days ago, Yin Xuan and Zhou Andong had a conflict, and Zhou Andong beat him. Yin Xuan couldn't swallow that anger, so he had me find someone to kill Zhou Andong. I knew this matter was too big, so I didn't dare agree, but I also didn't dare offend Yin Xuan, so I recommended Wang Hu..."

This case is very simple; in a few minutes, Qi Dali finished his confession, then signed and stamped.

Zhao Hong took the transcript and walked out: "Gu Xiaowu, take him to the detention center."

"Yes!" Gu Xiaowu responded, escorting Qi Dali away.

In the detention room, several second-generation heirs were all locked up together, and ever since they came in, they've been cursing nonstop, with one guy occasionally kicking the iron door of the detention room to vent his dissatisfaction.

With a clatter, the detention room door opened, and the several second-generation heirs' gazes snapped over in unison, seeing it was you Zhao Hong, one of them flared with anger straight to the top of his head.

"Fuck your mother, you dragged old man here, if you have something to say, ask; if you have a fart to let out, let it; locked in here with no one asking, do you still want your skin?"

Zhao Hong coldly glanced at that second-generation heir, ignored him, and instead looked at Yan Zhihao: "Yan Zhihao, come out!"

Yan Zhihao was startled, then immediately said to the other few second-generation heirs: "Alright, stop making a fuss, wait for me to come back."

The detention room's iron door slammed shut after Yan Zhihao came out, and Zhao Hong said to Yan Zhihao: "Come with me, I have a few questions for you."

Zhao Hong and Lao Qian brought Yan Zhihao to the duty room at the stairwell, Zhao Hong pointed at the chair: "Sit down!"

Yan Zhihao sat down without ceremony, Zhao Hong took out a cigarette and tossed him one: "You know, why did we arrest Qi Dali and also bring you all back?"

Yan Zhihao shook his head: "I don't know!"

Zhao Hong lit a cigarette for Yan Zhihao with his lighter, then lit one for himself: "Qi Dali is related to the hired murder case."

"Hired murder case?" Yan Zhihao frowned: "Who was killed?"

Zhao Hong fell silent for a moment: "Zhou Andong?"

"Damn!" Yan Zhihao felt as if his buttocks were on fire, he sprang up suddenly, his face changing drastically: "You... you said who?"

"Zhou Andong!" Zhao Hong took a puff of smoke: "Qi Dali is not the mastermind, but in this case, he played a not-small role."

Yan Zhihao felt his throat dry, his throat rolled once, then he plopped down on the chair: "Damn it, Qi Dali is just tired of his ugly face and doesn't want it anymore."

Yan Zhihao finally understood: they were just drinking with Qi Dali, how could Zhao Hong dare to bring them all in like this? Hiring thugs to assassinate Zhou Andong—this matter is too big, simply piercing the heavens.

They were drinking with Qi Dali, regardless of whether they were related to the Zhou Andong assassination case, regardless of who led the arrest of Qi Dali, they all had to be brought back together for investigation.

Zhao Hong said in a heavy tone: "I won't hide it from you, the hired thug has turned himself in, Zhou Andong is fine. But, you know Zhou Andong's identity and status very well; this case is extremely serious and vicious, all involved personnel, no matter who, will definitely be severely punished."

Yan Zhihao finally came to his senses, gave a bitter laugh and said: "Captain Zhao, I originally had other things to do tonight, but was strong-armed into coming for drinks, and unexpectedly ran into this; this morning I really should have checked the almanac."

Zhao Hong patted Yan Zhihao's shoulder: "Do you know why I only called you out?"

Yan Zhihao shook his head: "I don't know!"

"Some things I need to ask you." Zhao Hong fell silent for a moment, then continued: "I chose you instead of them because you are the most steady and the smartest among them."

Yan Zhihao hurriedly said: "Ask away, as long as I know, I will answer truthfully."

Zhao Hong asked: "What is your relationship with Yin Xuan?"

"Not bad." Yan Zhihao answered, his face immediately changed, he jumped up again, eyes wide: "Zhao... Captain Zhao, the person who wanted to kill Zhou Andong is Yin Xuan?"

Zhao Hong did not answer, but lightly patted Yan Zhihao's shoulder: "How many residences does Yin Xuan have, where are they, and where does he usually stay?"

Yan Zhihao, still in shock, instinctively replied: "Yin Xuan usually stays in two places, one in Dongcheng, one in Jingshan..."

Zhao Hong continued: "Is Yin Xuan still in the hospital?"

"He has been discharged, but..." Yan Zhihao hesitated and said: "We don't know he was discharged, not even the hospital nurses know. His discharge was very sudden, no one was notified."

Saying this, Yan Zhihao's eyes also filled with doubt: "Yin Xuan's injuries are not light—his fingers were broken, his spleen ruptured; although it doesn't affect getting out of bed, it's absolutely impossible to be discharged without ten days or half a month."

Zhao Hong asked again: "Then what do you think, where will Yin Xuan be after discharge?"