Chapter 545: Pressure's on, playing missing?

Peng Tianhua! You bastard whose dead parents never taught you manners! Your wife sells meat and has fed you this fat, you think your son can withstand a DNA test? Grass mud horse, screw the Gobi!

You bastard! If you've got the guts, don't hide……

Qiao Lianzhou's eyes blazed red, his mad-as-hell stance, only wanting to fight Peng Tianhua to the death—there was no trace left of someone intending to jump off a building.

When several firefighters and police officers seized him, all hands on deck.

He was still kicking his legs and roaring.

Spit flew everywhere.

The words he spat out were rich and colorful, fully displaying the Prosecutor General's "profound" linguistic "cultivation"; his swearing prowess was second only to Peng Tianhua's.

Peng Tianhua hid behind Lin Dongfan.

He poked his head out, smirking lewdly: "You've got the guts, then why don't you swing your fist at Director Lin's face? I, Lord Fan, pride myself on being rich and easygoing, and hey, my kidneys are fine too! If you punch me, I won't get angry—I'll even help you take care of your wife, and even pay for your paternity test."

"Nonsense, I'm not that generous!" Lin Dongfan sternly corrected: "I can pay for the paternity test, but taking care of your wife is out of the question—I'm no Cao Cao."

"I…!" *pfft~*

Qiao Lianzhou couldn't catch his breath, vomited blood on the spot, and collapsed unconscious.

The scene left the onlookers stunned and helpless.

The fire captain hurriedly squatted to check Qiao Lianzhou's vital signs, found it was just vomiting blood and faintness, breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly ordered his men to send Qiao Lianzhou to the hospital.

He turned back.

The captain gave Lin Dongfan and Peng Tianhua a meaningful look: "Your suicide‑prevention skills really opened my eyes—have you studied psychology?"

That's a bit redundant—does criminal psychology count as psychology?

That's the kind of question only a kid would ask.

Whoever responds is an idiot.

Lin Dongfan pinched the bridge of his nose, lowered his head while thinking and speaking: "Talking people down from jumping is your job; you don't need to thank us—it's just a small effort."

"Thanks."

Seeing Lin Dongfan didn't want to chat further, the captain smiled, thanked him, and sensibly withdrew from the scene.

This shocking suicide‑attempt farce ended in an extremely undignified shouting match and near‑brawl.

As Qiao Lianzhou was being carried downstairs, who knows how many rubberneckers had gathered below.

It's foreseeable that tomorrow, in Yuezhou City's major gossip groups, Prosecutor General Qiao will dominate the headlines, rising to become Yuezhou's hottest viral sensation.

It was past ten at night.

Lin Dongfan had just returned to his room to wash up when his phone rang—caller ID showed Chen Gang, this leader who never wants to be idle.

Lin Dongfan curled his lip and pressed the answer button.

He hadn't even spoken yet.

Then a suppressed‑but‑unstoppable angry voice came through the earpiece:

"Lin Dongfan! What the hell are you trying to do?! Qiao Lianzhou's lost it, and you and Peng Tianhua actually followed the crowd, rushing to the rooftop to kill his spirit! Shouting nonsense through a megaphone up there—is that something a public official should do?! Does our prosecution system still have any face?! Any image left?!"

Throughout the ear‑splitting ordeal, Lin Dongfan kept the phone far from his ear.

Until the roaring ceased from the phone.

Only then did Lin Dongfan put the phone back to his ear and drawl: "Chief Chen, anger harms the body—take care. Please use that 6×250‑gram brain of yours to analyze: in that situation, how should we have persuaded him? Should we have made him recite the Party Constitution? Or read him *How the Steel Was Tempered*? Would that have helped?"

The other side fell silent for a while.

Suddenly a voice floated over: "Just now you said my brain weighs how many grams?"

Lin Dongfan replied earnestly: "According to current medical data, a normal person's brain weighs about 1500 grams, which is 6×250 grams."

"Then why didn't you just say 1500 grams instead of 6×250 grams?"

"It's the same."

"Not the same!!!"

The voice on the phone instantly escalated back into a roar.

Even through the screen you could feel the anger.

To protect his eardrums, Lin Dongfan moved the phone slightly away, yet he could still hear the roar: "Lin Dongfan! You're really getting more and more outrageous! After cursing Qiao Lianzhou, you've come around to insult me! Do you still have any regard for me as your leader?! Any sense of organization?! Any discipline?!"

The classic soul‑searching triple question!

Anyone who's experienced it knows this move can make countless workers bow their proud heads.

But this trick doesn't work on Lord Fan.

Lord Fan put on an innocent look and earnestly asked: "Chief Chen, I truly don't know which of my words just offended you—please spell it out."

"And you're pretending to be confused while acting smart—6×250 grams, isn't that just six 250‑gram blocks?!" Chen Gang grew angrier: "Effective today, you're off for a month—go reflect properly!"

"Time off?"

Lin Dongfan heard it and smirked—Chief Chen wasn't really suggesting a vacation; it was clearly a veiled suspension, but he softened it to "leave" out of apprehension.

Lin Dongfan replied: "Chief Chen, thanks for your concern, but I don't need time off right now. 6×250 grams is a math problem; six 250s is a language problem—please don't confuse the concepts. Besides, I and Old Peng saved Qiao Lianzhou's life—how is that a mistake? Does someone want him dead?"

"You guys grabbed a megaphone on the roof and publicly insulted a political cadre's dignity—what kind of persuasion is that?!" Chen Gang's anger wouldn't subside.

"Oh."

Lin Dongfan's tone was flat but edged: "So you're saying dignity and integrity matter more than life?"

"Nonsense, I never said that!" Chen Gang snapped.

The more they talked, the more Lin Dongfan wanted to laugh: "If life is important, yet we can't harm his dignity, then tell me—given that situation, how should we have persuaded him to stabilize things?"

"That's the fire department's job; they were on scene, you didn't need to butt in!" Chen Gang, somewhat cornered, his voice weakening.

Lin Dongfan seized the moment: "The fire captain tried to talk him down—had zero effect."

The other side was left speechless.

Lin Dongfan then launched another counterattack:

"Are we supposed to wait until Qiao Lianzhou actually jumps down, splatters into a pile of mud, and then hold a grand memorial service for him, praising his 'dying to make his aspirations clear' resolve?"

"Doing that is indeed quite dignified."

"But the problem arises: why would he want to make his aspirations clear by dying?"

"Is someone framing him?"

"He ran to where I and Peng Tianhua live and leapt; is he trying to hint to the world that our anti-corruption bureau is framing him?"

"In the end, are we supposed to take the blame for this?"

"Is that what you mean?"

"Lin Dongfan's series of probing questions can be described as hitting the nail on the head, sealing the throat with blood—it directly exposes the trap that some people had preset."

"After Along silence on the other end of the phone, a sigh came: 'Comrade Lin Dongfan, don't be so sensitive; this matter isn't as complicated as you think.'"

"He paused briefly."

"Chen Gang again shifted the conversation: 'After all that's been said, you and Qiao Lianzhou had a falling out at the entrance of the women's detention center, causing him to lose face and be unable to show himself; it's only natural that he hates you. All of this is his personal conduct. In this matter, we cannot blow the problem out of proportion. If we drag in conspiracy theories, that would be biased.'"

"You're right; maybe I am indeed being too sensitive. If there are no further instructions, let's leave it at that—I'll go find a corner to reflect on myself."

"Lin Dongfan said that and then hung up, but that doesn't mean the problem is over."

"Immediately afterward."

"Lin Dongfan then sent a group message to Jian Sining and Peng Tianhua: 'Starting tomorrow, focus our efforts to thoroughly investigate Qiao Lianzhou's corruption! Within three days, I want to see evidence of his corruption!'"