Chapter 198: The Master of Topsy-Turvy Black and White

Lin Dongfan's voice wasn't very loud.

But that sentence—"The Song Wen suicide case, you have no authority to interfere!"—struck Kang Shaoxiong's eardrums like a tremendous thunderbolt, piercing straight to the heart.

What Kang Shaoxiong felt was not merely contempt.

It was a warning!

In terms of administrative rank, he is half a level lower than Lin Dongfan.

You, a petty section-level cadre, what qualifications do you have to swagger before me, Kang Shaoxiong?

Just relying on your clueless, reckless attitude?

Truly arrogant!

Kang Shaoxiong rolled up his slipped sleeve, turned the crystal ashtray to face himself, picked it up and tapped it twice on the table, feeling the crystal's quality.

The quality is not bad, very hard, the texture is much stronger than a beer bottle.

"What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly, say it again!"

Kang Shaoxiong slowly rose while holding the crystal ashtray; his calm, slightly plump demeanor instantly reminded Lin Dongfan of Xu Jiang from the show "The Knockout."

But I'm not Gao Qiang, I really won't just wait to get smashed.

Lin Dongfan narrowed his eyes, solemn: "I said, the Song Wen suicide case, you have no authority to interfere! What, you still want to test whether my skull is tough?"

"I hate people like you who don't play by the rules!"

As his words fell, Kang Shaoxiong swung the ashtray and slapped his own forehead; bright red blood spurted, leaving everyone present stunned.

Damn, that's ruthless!

With that self-slap force, if it were a beer bottle, it would surely have shattered into pieces all over the floor.

Lin Dongfan asked incredulously: "Do you think this can scare me? Let me tell you, although I'm often overflowing with sympathy, I have no sympathy for brave idiots."

Kang Shaoxiong ignored Lin Dongfan's contempt.

Nor did he heed his bleeding forehead.

He calmly took out his phone, called his police‑station friend Lao Jin: "Old Jin, I've been hit at the Four Seasons Restaurant. The guy hasn't left yet; he's the new little section chief from our unit."

"……!!!"

Faced with this overwhelming wave of idiocy, Lin Dongfan this time really felt a bit overwhelmed.

This is having the spirit of "pointing at a deer and calling it a horse," "inverting black and white," etched into his bones—he really thinks he's Zhao Gao, the all‑powerful tyrant of the Great Qin Empire.

Although it's speechless.

Lin Dongfan earnestly reminded: "Want to see how many eyewitnesses are in this private room? Besides the unreliable Xiao Li, there's Huang Suying and two pretty waitresses."

Kang Shaoxiong asked Li Hengbo: "Xiao Li, did you just see him hit me?"

"I saw it clearly—he grabbed the ashtray with his right hand, lifted it and slapped your forehead, then you snatched the ashtray away but didn't strike back." In the realm of bluffing, Li Hengbo's performance is always steady; today, his showing obviously didn't disappoint Kang Shaoxiong.

Kang Shaoxiong then asked the two waitresses: "Did you see anything?"

The two waitresses glanced at Lin Dongfan, then at Kang Shaoxiong, nervousness showing; one cleverly replied: "I… I just came in, I didn't see anything…"

The other waitress followed: "I didn't see either."

"Not bad service."

In the midst of speaking, fresh blood had already flowed from his forehead into his eyes.

Kang Shaoxiong dabbed with a tissue.

When he lifted his head to look at Huang Suying, his vision finally cleared—dead Song Wen's wife, needless to say, her testimony is utterly unimportant.

Kang Shaoxiong directly shifted his gaze to Lin Dongfan.

"See? I have an eyewitness."

"Why don't you ask Huang Suying what she saw?"

"A lunatic can't be a witness."

"You say she's a lunatic, so she is?"

"That crazy old woman runs around east and west, making a fuss for three straight years—no one ever paid her any mind. Know why? Because she's a lunatic, her brain's not normal. You ignore organization, ignore discipline, follow this lunatic in causing trouble, and actually smacked my forehead with an ashtray. This time, I reckon you'll be locked up for a few days."

"You sure?"

"I've been hot‑blooded all these years and never suffered a silent loss. While the police haven't arrived yet, hurry and call home—you're not going back tonight."

"Sigh… fine then."

Lin Dongfan shook his head helplessly, then immediately took out his phone and called his aunt Lin Yuzhi.

He said little, just briefly: "Four Seasons Restaurant, there's a master who inverts black and white trying to send me to jail for a few days—I won't be going back today."

On the phone came the astonished voice of Lin the Immortal Maiden: "Who is this? So awesome."

"Exactly, that awesome—the police are on their way."

After hanging up, Lin Dongfan had absolute confidence in his aunt's protective will.

However……

Kang Shaoxiong obviously didn't know what Lin Dongfan's call meant, merely thinking Lin Dongfan was really explaining his tragic inability to return.

So he again offered Lin Dongfan free sympathy: "If you'd known this would happen, why bother?"

Seeing Lin Dongfan frown silently,

Kang Shaoxiong's sense of achievement intensified a bit; he pointed to the blue‑and‑white porcelain chamber pot on the table and added: "I've long reminded you—if the whole world says this is a teapot, then you must say it's a teapot. If you insist it's a chamber pot, then the sick one is you. You say you won't go in—who will?"

"Damn, framing someone has actually risen to the height of social philosophy—you're really a talent, damn it."

Lin Dongfan really wanted to clap, but holding a cigarette made it inconvenient.

All he could offer was a appreciative smile: "Let me add some historical knowledge—Zhao Gao, who pointed at a deer and called it a horse, ended up dying miserably, his clan exterminated."

"Soon you'll know whether it's you destroying me or me destroying you—don't rush."

Kang Shaoxiong then pulled out two more tissues and wiped the bloodstains from his forehead.

Li Hengbo sat at one side.

He had already been conquered by Kang Shaoxiong's well-measured tactics.

Unable to resist, he went along with Kang Shaoxiong's rhythm, sending Lin Dongfan a wave of free sympathy: "Xiao Fanzi, we're all adults, don't force a happy face to pretend calm; if you want to cry, just come out. I promise I won't laugh at you, really. I'm someone with a bit of substance; unless your joke really hits my funny bone."

As he spoke, Li Hengbo's mouth curled into a pleased smile.

Kang Shaoxiong also said: "Crying is useless; if you should go in, you must go in; adults must pay the price for their impulsive actions."

Upon hearing this, Lin Dongfan smiled but said nothing.

He thought, you idiot, finally you said something right—adults must pay the price for their impulsive actions.

But that's it!

The one who will pay the price today is definitely not me, Lin Dongfan.

Waited for about ten minutes.

Four police officers walked into the private room; the leader, this middle-aged man, was Kang Shaoxiong's iron buddy Jin Zhaofeng, a Manchu, whose ancestors several generations back were also loud and prestigious royal relatives.

"Old Jin, it's not that I'm picking on you, but your police response speed really needs to be improved." Kang Shaoxiong pointed at his watch dial, complaining nonstop: "Look, I've waited so long my flowers have withered."

"!!!"

Jin Zhaofeng had a black line of embarrassment on his head, not knowing what to do for a moment.

His embarrassment wasn't because Kang Shaoxiong was picking on him.

But because just now on the way he received a call from a superior leader, who issued the directive: whoever distorts black and white will be arrested!