Chapter 337: Night Interrogation Is Also Crazy

Ah!!! Damn!!!

You two bastards, what's your badge number! What's your name! Do you know who I am! You ignorant things! Go ahead and try pulling another hair!

Oh~~~

Beast!!

You are doubly insulting my person and body; I'll sue you! Have your superiors come over, I want to see your superiors!

Oh~~~

Waves of howls like a pig being slaughtered came from the private room.

Quite obvious.

Qin Songde did not honestly answer the question.

Yang Qing held a cigarette in his mouth with a smile, pacing back and forth at the door, occasionally reflecting whether such an irregular interrogation routine should have long been discarded like worn-out shoes.

After reflecting, he finally shook his head and sighed silently:

Sigh! Seeking a marquisate is not my wish; I only hope the sea waves calm… Hmm? No, it should be that pulling out hair is not my wish; I only hope the four seas are peaceful. Yes, I am a conscientious person, the mission rests on my shoulders…

He then turned his head and lightly brushed the insignia on his shoulder; the salute was extraordinarily sacred, and even his pores seemed to exude the vicissitude of bearing a thousand-pound burden on one shoulder.

The continual howls from inside the room could no longer disturb his willpower.

If one day he unfortunately falls flat on his face.

He had also given this matter deep thought; the answer was no regret, absolutely no regret! Because the pulled hair can grow back, but a criminal suspect who escapes the law may not necessarily be caught again.

And…

More importantly, he must not hold back his brothers.

This is not the covert Lin-Zou struggle spoken of by insiders; it is a matter of right versus wrong, irreconcilable! Even if he must die wrapped in horsehide, he must rush to the front lines, selflessly aiding Lin in eliminating Zou.

Cough cough!

Seeing Lin Dongfan come out after his shower, Yang Qing deliberately cleared his throat twice.

Smiling, he teased Lin Dongfan, who was wrapped in a bathrobe: "Sure, you bring a bathrobe to go out on a case; why not also bring a bed-warming treasure? I mean a cutie."

Don't put on an unsophisticated look, it's embarrassing. Lin Dongfan said contemptuously: "This is a high-end club, not inferior to a five-star hotel; whatever you want, we have."

Any cuties?

Be serious.

I was born a commoner, unlike you who pretends to be a gentleman all day.

It serves you right that Wang Minjun looks down on you, and Wang Minning also looks down on you. Prepare to be a bachelor for life, you commoner with no ambition.

If you mention the Wang surname again, don't blame me for turning against you, brother.

Come on! Yeah!

In the midst of chatting and laughing, Lin Dongfan reached out with his right hand and fiercely grabbed Yang Qing's crotch.

Although it was just for show.

It still startled Yang Qing, making his butt jerk and his hands cover his crotch as he stepped back two paces.

Lin Dongfan couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Coward, even Wang Minjun's son could sell soy sauce, yet you still cling to your fragile heart; if you don't remain a bachelor, who will?"

"I remain a bachelor because I can't let go of Wang Minjun?" Bullshit, even a fart doesn't pick a place." Yang Qing took a sullen drag of his cigarette; the sorrow of his first love was all over his face.

Whether he can't let go of his first love Wang Minjun is obvious.

Lin Dongfan timely cut off this heart‑wrenching topic, turned his head and glanced at the private room from which the howls kept coming: "Let's get down to business—what's the situation in there now?"

Never mind the situation; in any case, we'll get a confession before dawn.

As for the hair‑pulling matter, Yang Qing didn't want to talk about it further.

Yang Qing countered Lin Dongfan: "What about Sun Zhiqing's side—aren't you going to interrogate her?"

Interrogate, we must!

Sun Zhiqing was taking a bath in the most luxurious Room 8.

Room 8 is not an ordinary private room; it was modeled after a presidential suite in a five‑star hotel. It consists of two bedrooms and a living room, normally used to receive top‑tier VIP guests.

Inside Room 8 there is a ten‑meter‑long corridor.

Outside the corridor is a slightly smaller guest room for the VIP's assistant, secretary, driver, bodyguards, etc.; inside the corridor are the master bedroom and reception hall, furnished with all kinds of furniture and daily necessities.

Separated by the corridor, the emphasis is on privacy.

When Lin Dongfan approached, Lao Ba stood guard at the door of Room 8 like a sentry, his waist ramrod straight like a steel plate.

Now, nearing midnight, this guy seemed not at all sleepy.

Lin Dongfan asked with a smile: "Can you hold out? Want me to call for a relief?"

"What a joke—standing guard is my profession." In Lao Ba's eyes, being relieved would be embarrassing; he stood firm, unmoved by the eight winds.

No wonder he's a king with an annual salary of several million.

After Lin Dongfan finished speaking, he noticed a hint of pride curling at the corner of Lao Ba's mouth; an annual salary of several million was indeed enough for this guy to be proud of for a lifetime.

Too bothered to deal with him, Lin Dongfan pushed the door open and entered.

He passed through the indoor ten‑meter‑long corridor.

Upon entering the reception hall, he saw Sun Zhiqing lounging on the sofa with her legs crossed, sipping red wine, clearly enjoying herself. She too wore a white bathrobe, her long hair just blown dry and flowing loosely over her shoulders.

Damn, it's luxurious!

Lin Dongfan watched the décor with interest; it was incredibly luxurious—just the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, as beautiful as a sculpted relief, was likely worth over a million.

The wallpaper on the walls was also coated with a layer of white platinum, which sparkled in the light.

The antique ornaments on the hall's openwork cabinet.

Those were priceless genuine antiques.

The real world of the Jing circle's scions was something Lin Dongfan was seeing for the first time with his own eyes.

Compared to that, he, Lin Dongfan, although also a Jing circle scion and possessing a legitimate net worth of over ten billion, his world has no extravagance of throwing money like dirt.

So far, his most extravagant expenditure was giving Yang Qing five million yuan in poverty alleviation funds.

Lin Dongfan looked at the smiling-but-silent Sun Zhiqing: "Your Qingguo Club has received the highest-level figures; what level is that?"

"One level higher than your father-in-law."

Sun Zhiqing smiled faintly; although she did not directly state the answer, the answer was already on the tip of the tongue. In Jianglan Province, there are only four people whose rank is higher than Chu Jinsong's.

Lin Dongfan said: "Going by what you say, in Jianglan Province, your father Sun Fucheng is not the strongest one in the Zou family army, is he?"

"Coming to the Qingguo Club does not mean you are part of the Zou family army."

Sun Zhiqing gently swirled the red wine in her glass; her two large eyes, which had seen all the world's prosperity, continued to gaze at Lin Dongfan with a smiling squint, as if admiring a perfect idol.

She invited meaningfully: "Won't you sit down and have a drink with me?"

"A man and woman alone, don't go throwing off sparks," Lin Dongfan said with his mouth, but his buttocks honestly sat down on the sofa: "Go on, besides your father, who else is there in Jianglan?"

"Without basis, I cannot randomly name names."

Sun Zhiqing was quite cautious about this matter, seemingly worried that a careless word of hers would implicate the innocent.

Lin Dongfan spoke frankly: "Since you don't want to name names, I'll do it. If I guess correctly, you just need to nod; you don't have to say anything."

"Sure, go ahead and guess." Sun Zhiqing smiled like a flower.

Lin Dongfan stared directly at her pair of peach-blossom eyes that seemed to have soul‑hooking magic: "Feng Weishan."

"I'm tired."

Sun Zhiqing suddenly withdrew her smile.

She did not nod.

Nor did she shake her head.

She set the wine glass in her hand down on the coffee table, rose, and walked toward the bedroom: "Come over, I'll tell you who the real big tiger is."