Chapter 865: Having a Good Pair of Kidneys for Nothing

The car had already hit the road, but Yang Qing's thieving, darting eyes were still not idle, occasionally glancing through the rearview mirror to admire the 36D sitting in the back seat.

Today she really dressed rather revealingly.

Zhao Linlin instinctively tightened her collar and shot Yang Qing a glare: "I say, Director Yang, can't you pull yourself together? Drive properly."

"You seem like a decent person, so why are your thoughts so improper? I'm just observing the rear traffic to make sure nobody's tailing us."

Yang Qing raised his right hand and flipped the middle finger backward! Despite his mind being full of the 36D experience technique, he forced out a pure and righteous gentleman's demeanor.

Zhao Linlin rolled her eyes, too lazy to continue the conversation.

She had figured it out—Yang Qing and Lin Dongfan were completely different kinds of beings.

Lin Dongfan was cold outside but warm inside, seeming unapproachable on the surface but actually warm-hearted like a little lamb. Yang Qing, meanwhile, was a two-faced husky in human skin—his life had no other pursuits; he loved nothing but playing dirty.

To stop the husky's drool from flooding the floor, Zhao Linlin pulled out a few tissues and stuck them at the V-neck.

This little move somewhat spoiled the mood.

Yang Qing sneered: "It's not me saying this, but your mindset is ridiculously small. Why can the motherland's magnificent rivers and mountains be renowned worldwide? It all comes down to the motherland having a broad-minded chest, willing to open its doors for all to admire. Have you ever seen a closed-off, isolationist person able to step onto a world stage watched by all?"

!!!

Speechless, Zhao Linlin really hadn't expected that the shameless husky comrade could elevate his shamelessness to such a height.

But no matter how he talks, a husky is a husky.

Just to be safe, Zhao Linlin stuck two more tissues on her chest: "Since you're so broad-minded, why don't you fling open the doors and go streaking down the street? Nobody's stopping you."

"I'd like to, but mainly I have neither rivers nor mountains, so nobody would want to admire me."

Yang Qing steered with one hand, rested his left elbow on the window sill, and held a cigarette between his fingertips—carelessly exuding an unrestrained, dissolute aura.

As expected, he was soon pulled over by the traffic police.

The young traffic officer saluted: "Hello, please show your driver's license and vehicle registration."

One of our own.

Yang Qing kept the cigarette in his mouth, didn't pull out his driver's license or registration, and directly shoved his work ID under the officer's nose.

The officer took the ID and saw—Deputy Director of the Provincial Public Security Department.

He couldn't help but stare for a moment, then looked at the cigarette-smoking Yang Qing, then at the photo on the ID, confirming it was indeed him.

Director Yang.

The officer returned the ID, his expression extremely complex: "You… driving one-handed, smoking, arm out the window… all three together—did you forget that life is precious?"

Yang Qing explained solemnly: "You wouldn't understand—this is combat training. Imagine if a criminal fled by car; in extreme conditions, anything could happen. When we're risking our lives in pursuit, shouldn't we adapt to those extreme conditions? Life is precious, but carelessness won't do."

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The young traffic officer was left dumbfounded by his twisted logic.

The officer glanced at Zhao Linlin in the back seat, then at Yang Qing: "Um… please stay safe and try to avoid simulating drills during rush hour…"

"Seeing your conscientious and responsible work attitude, I'm genuinely relieved." Yang Qing praised: "Keep it up; the organization won't bury usable talent—I've noted your name."

Thank you, Director Yang. Take care.

The young officer stood at attention, saluted again, and watched Yang Qing drive off.

In the back seat, Zhao Linlin couldn't help but snark: "Director Yang, what's your face made of? Bullets can't even pierce it?"

You wouldn't understand.

Yang Qing flicked the cigarette ash from his fingers: "In our line of work, you can't have thin skin. If you're thin-skinned, you'll blush before the suspect does when interrogating them—what's the point?"

Zhao Linlin laughed at his theory: "So you interrogate criminals by being a jerk?"

It's here.

Yang Qing pointed at his own head: "You believe me? If I were to interrogate you, within ten minutes I could drag out your black history of secretly watching Japanese adult videos as a kid."

Get lost.

Zhao Linlin turned her head and began admiring the scenery outside the window.

Yang Qing laughed heartily, but afterward felt life was dull, because Zhao Linlin's hot-and-cold attitude made it seem she truly had no interest in him.

The rest of the trip was silent.

The villa district where Zhao Linlin lives was much quieter than the previous two days.

Yang Qing parked the car at the entrance, got out and walked around once, then waved to Zhao Linlin: "Come down."

Zhao Linlin got out and looked at the familiar house.

Her feelings were a mixed bag.

Two nights ago, she had escaped from here. That masked man, that baseball bat, that ashtray slammed down with a thud…

A string of perilous scenes flashed vividly before her eyes.

"What are you standing there for? Come on." Yang Qing urged.

Zhao Linlin took a deep breath and kept pace with Yang Qing. The door was shut, sealed with a sticker from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Yang Qing tore off the seal and pushed the door open.

The living room was in utter disarray.

Shards of a broken vase still lay on the floor, but the bloodstains had dried into dark red spots.

Today Zhao Linlin wore red high heels; to avoid injury, she carefully stepped around the glass shards on the floor and led Yang Qing upstairs.

The situation in the second-floor study was worse than Zhao Linlin had imagined.

The half‑person‑high safe had been pried open, its door gaping wide, empty inside.

The deposit slips, passports, insurance policies and such that had been kept in the safe were all thrown onto the floor.

"Let's check—aside from the USB drive holding the surveillance backup, what else is missing?" Yang Qing asked.

Zhao Linlin picked up the items from the floor: "There are also gold bars and my jewelry and other valuables—all gone. The loss is probably over two million."

"The thief took everything of value—this could be to stage a burglary." Yang Qing crouched before the safe, closely examining the pry marks: "A safe like yours wouldn't open without two screwdrivers. Zhou Zheng doesn't have that skill; the lock‑picker is a professional."

"Are you trying to clear Zhou Zheng's suspicion?" Zhao Linlin's face changed slightly.

Yang Qing stood up and brushed the dust off their hands: "What I mean is, the suspect is not just one person. If Zhou Zheng is that masked person, then he is not fighting alone, he has accomplices."

"The surveillance backup has been destroyed; how will you investigate next?" Zhao Linlin asked curiously.

Yang Qing casually replied: "Don't ask what you shouldn't; your task is to cooperate with the investigation." Saying that, Yang Qing casually flipped through the books on the bookshelf, just like last time at the scene, and found nothing.

He turned his head to look at Zhao Linlin, who had a 36D figure, and smiled again: "I went out of my way to accompany you home, protecting you all along—don't you feel even a bit moved?"

"Moving, huh? How do you want me to thank you?" Zhao Linlin, chatting and laughing, casually picked up the blood-stained ashtray on the table, guarding against Yang Qing like warding off a wolf.

This small action made Yang Qing shake his head and sigh.

Feeling a myriad of emotions, he started to complain: "Heaven gave me a strong and powerful waist, but didn't give me a face that could overturn all beings. It's a shame—all the good cabbage has been ruined by those superficial scumbags."

"You're the one who's superficial!"

Zhao Linlin put the ashtray back on the desk, turned and left, thinking: If Lin Dongfan is also a superficial person, then where in the world are the true talents?