Chapter 2818

Li Qi ran across the road, panting as he stood before Zhou Andong and saluted: "Director, I have completed the task you assigned perfectly."

Zhou Andong understood immediately upon hearing this, smiling as he said: "You caught him?"

"Yes!" Li Qi looked left and right, seeing many onlookers, then lowered his voice: "That Zheng Mingyu violently resisted the law, and I beat him so badly even his mother wouldn't recognize him. As for Li Honghai, I slapped him and he lay on the ground playing dead. Since the criminal investigation team will surely interrogate him overnight, I didn't touch him further."

"You did very well." Zhou Andong patted Li Qi's shoulder with satisfaction: "But you need to be mentally prepared—no matter what, Zheng Mingyu is a leading cadre, and even if he made a mistake, only the organization and the law have the authority to punish him. You beat him, and as you said, even if he violently resisted the law, that doesn't excuse it—I will certainly deal with you. Do you have any objections? Will you resent me?"

"No!" Li Qi puffed out his chest: "Zheng Mingyu violently resisted the law, and I used excessive force in law enforcement to beat him—it has nothing to do with you. Why would I resent you?"

"You're not bad." Zhou Andong laughed, patting Li Qi's shoulder again, then opened the car door and said to Jian Qiu: "Wife, let's go home."

Jian Qiu smiled and nodded at Li Qi, then bent over and got into the car.

Watching the Mercedes drive away, Li Qi felt his bones lighten considerably, as if he might float away. Seeing the director's attitude toward him, even if he were dealt with, it would just be a formality. Transferring to another department for a year or two, he would surely soar to great heights.

Even if expelled from the woolen mill, he wouldn't fear it—given today's merit, the director would surely not mistreat him. Doesn't the huge Tribute Group still lack a place for him? Moreover, he truly wanted to be expelled, then enter the Tribute Group. After all, he also eyed the Tribute Group's salary.

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Municipal Bureau!

Zheng Mingyu's head had never been covered; when he was brought down from the vehicle, the cloth over his head was only then removed. Then, as he lifted his head, he saw the large characters for Municipal Public Security Bureau on the building ahead, and his head buzzed with a sound.

He had thought the night's inspection operation was conducted by the district bureau, and all along the way he had been pondering how to pressure the district bureau leadership and retaliate against the officer who hit him. But now, his thoughts of revenge had temporarily vanished like smoke, leaving only one idea: how to save face, how to escape.

With his status and authority, he would certainly have great influence in the district bureau. But in the municipal bureau, his influence was truly not enough to count on.

Wu Jun watched Zheng Mingyu and wanted to laugh, but held it back, then stepped forward and personally escorted Zheng Mingyu into the municipal bureau.

His task was to handle Zheng Mingyu, because handing him over to someone else would not do—after all, he is a deputy bureau-level leader, and taking a statement would surely make him hesitant and evasive.

Wu Jun and a criminal investigator escorted Zheng Mingyu into an office: "Director Zheng, please have a seat."

Zheng Mingyu had been trying hard to recall his connections in the municipal bureau when Wu Jun interrupted him, leaving him stunned for a moment, then his face changed and he spoke unclearly: "Do you know my identity?"

At the time on the first floor of the bathhouse, everyone's identity had been registered, but he had only given his name, not his workplace. Now it seemed the other party had long known his identity.

Wu Jun laughed and said: "If we didn't even know your identity, what would we be as police?"

Zheng Mingyu heard this, and his anger flared: "Since you know my identity, how dare you still slander me for violently resisting the law and deliberately beat me like this?"

Wu Jun's expression immediately turned stern: "Director Zheng, whether your violent resistance to the law was a frame-up needs investigation—what you say doesn't count, nor what we say. What I want to say now is: we learned your identity during the verification on the first floor of the bathhouse; before that, none of us knew."

Zheng Mingyu was nearly consumed by anger—he was no fool. That dog who beat him wouldn't let him finish speaking, fearing that once he revealed his identity, they could no longer beat him with impunity. And those two damned bitches, daring to frame him for violently resisting the law—deserving of death.

Zheng Mingyu cursed them in his heart, but could do nothing. However, now was not the time to get angry, nor to reason with these people, for these dogs would not reason with him—so the most important thing was to leave this place.

"What's your name, what's your position?" Zheng Mingyu tried to speak clearly.

Wu Jun smiled faintly: "I'm just an ordinary patrolman—no need to say what I'm called."

Zheng Mingyu glanced at the police rank on Wu Jun's shoulder, snorted coldly in his heart, and really treated himself as a fool. But calculating these things was meaningless; still, that saying held true: now, the most important thing was to get away.

"Comrade!" Zheng Mingyu spoke, and just opening his mouth pulled at the wounds on his lips and face, bringing tears to his eyes: "If you let me go now, I will surely repay you in the future, and I will never go back on my word."

Wu Jun sighed, shook his head, and said: "I'm just an ordinary little patrolman—I dare not privately let you go. I have elders above and children below at home—you might not be able to harm me."

Zheng Mingyu naturally understood: the other party couldn't possibly let him go just based on his empty words: "I have a close relationship with Deputy Bureau Chief Du Changhe—can you help me call him?"

"Deputy Bureau Chief Du?" Wu Jun laughed: "Du Changhe himself is hard-pressed to protect himself—how could he have the leisure to manage you? Let me be frank: calling anyone is useless. This inspection was personally ordered by Bureau Chief Yue—you ask anyone, it's no use, no one dares to let you go privately."

Zheng Mingyu was dumbfounded—if this operation was truly ordered by Yue Guojiang, then really, asking anyone would be useless. No, asking Yue Guojiang would certainly not be a problem—just that he lacked the courage to go find Yue Guojiang.

Wu Jun tapped his fingers on the table: "Director Zheng, I hope you won't make things difficult for us—please cooperate and finish the statement."

Zheng Mingyu's mouth corner twitched, as if smiling: "You beat me like this, and still ask me to cooperate—do you think I, Zheng Mingyu, am easy to bully?"

"Director Zheng, are you sure you don't want to cooperate and make a big fuss?" Wu Jun also didn't get angry, his face always bearing a smile: "If you cooperate and finish the statement, tomorrow morning we will notify your unit to send someone to pick you up—then you can leave peacefully, wouldn't that be good?"

"What nonsense!" Zheng Mingyu's mouth corner twitched again: "You really take me for a fool—notifying my unit to come pick me up would be less useful than kicking up a fuss, letting that bastard who humiliated and beat me go home to sell sweet potatoes."

"Director Zheng, you can't do that." Wu Jun patiently advised: "If you don't cooperate and don't finish the statement, you can't leave—finally, your unit will still find out."