Chapter 905: Death Game: Choose One

I know what you're thinking. You think you've already given in, withdrawn the lawsuit, quit your job, and even went to the hospital to see that migrant worker, Lin Dongfan will let you off. Right?

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Facing Zheng Congwen's sneer, Huang Jingrong continued to lower their head and stay silent.

But you forgot one thing.

Zheng Congwen took a puff of cigarette, speaking slowly and deliberately, as if everything was under his control.

Out of curiosity.

Huang Jingrong finally lifted their head and met Zheng Congwen's gaze: "What is it?"

You two brothers both started out in the underworld; it's not something you can whitewash just by wiping your ass! If you want to come out clean, having Lin Dongfan nod isn't enough—you also need my approval!

The interrogation room's door was tightly shut, and the law enforcement recorder wasn't turned on.

Zheng Congwen and Huang Jingrong's one-on-one talk was utterly without scruple; neither bothered to put on an appearance of integrity, instead acting entirely on whim.

At this moment, Huang Jingrong's heart felt like a lamp extinguished!

They keenly felt——no matter how hard they tried, no matter how they fawned over the upper class! In the eyes of these powerholders, they were always just an insignificant little ant!

Any talk of crossing class boundaries is merely a fantasy from Arabian Nights.

These powerholders have never truly respected him, Huang Jingrong! When he had use value, they threw him a bone; when he lost his use value, they flicked him away like a bug.

In the human world, the most ruthless part: others hold the pieces, my life is the stake!

Again, Zheng Congwen's mocking laughter rang in their ears: "Manager Huang, may I interview you briefly: Do you think I, Zheng Congwen, am easy to fool, or do you think I'm not worth your keeping your promise?"

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Damn it, you're the one moving the pieces; I'm just a stake on your chessboard.

Who dares to fool you!

Huang Jingrong swallowed their anger and retorted: "Chief Zheng, lay your cards on the table—what exactly do you want? You've pretty much finished lecturing me; stop beating around the bush."

Hearing that, Zheng Congwen smiled, quite satisfied with Huang Jingrong's realization.

Zheng Congwen stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, stood up, walked over to Huang Jingrong, and, looking down, patted their shoulder: "Manager Huang, your brother is still locked up in there."

I know.

Huang Jingrong frowned slightly, momentarily unable to grasp what Zheng Congwen meant by saying that.

After a moment.

Only then did they hear Zheng Congwen slowly utter: "Before, your brother always hung out with Zhao Tianyu. Now Zhao Tianding is dead, yet your brother is still alive—is that appropriate?"

What do you mean?!

In a fit of anger, Huang Jingrong felt like jumping up.

The result was Zheng Congwen pressing them back into the chair with one hand.

Zheng Congwen said: "Don't get so worked up; first consider this question: If your brother were to speak, how many people would be dragged into it?"

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Huang Jingrong felt they were not conversing with a human, but with a death god who holds the power of life and death in their hands!

Besides silence and resignation, there was nothing they could do.

Zheng Congwen added: "Your brother should disappear from this world. Only then can all the problems be pinned on him alone. Then you'll be safe, I'll be safe, everyone will be safe."

That's my own brother!!!

Huang Jingrong finally couldn't hold back, letting out an angry roar! The fury swelled, veins bulging on their neck like twisted earthworms.

Zheng Congwen not only didn't get angry, but laughed, seemingly hoping Huang Jingrong would lose control of their emotions.

He returned to his original position.

He plopped down, just like a boss who controls everything, legs propped up on the interrogation table, then lit a cigarette.

He smiled, looking at Huang Jingrong across from him: "It's precisely because he's your own brother that sending him off should be done by you personally."

"What gives you the right to boss me around?!' Huang Jingrong was furious beyond containment.

Zheng Congwen replied calmly: "Just because I'm unhappy right now, tomorrow's newspaper will have an extra headline about Huang Jingrong committing suicide out of fear of guilt! Is that reason enough?"

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Huang Jingrong glared at Zheng Congwen, once again sinking into a silent abyss of anger.

Zheng Congwen flicked the ash from his fingertip: "That's right. Don't act rash with me—you're not qualified enough. As long as you do what I say, I'll guarantee you won't die."

"Why are you forcing me to do this?!' Huang Jingrong could hardly hide their anger.

Zheng Congwen said: "After your brother Huang Jintang was criminally detained, I once sent people to warn him not to speak recklessly. But now the person in charge of this case is Xu Jialiang, who has had people watching your brother in the detention center. This Xu fellow is unreliable; he's very likely to stab me in the back, trying to get your brother to talk."

"Then why don't you remove Xu Jialiang?' Huang Jingrong asked.

Zheng Congwen chuckled: "Are you really an idiot or just pretending to be clueless? Changing commanders mid-battle, then having Huang Jintang die—that would be as obvious as three hundred taels of silver not hidden here. Having you do this is the safest bet. You're Huang Jintang's own brother, bound by deep brotherly ties; no one would suspect you, effectively avoiding surveillance by those around."

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Huang Jingrong glared at Zheng Congwen, but with their hands cuffed behind their back, they were powerless to rise up.

Zheng Congwen still wore a light smile: "People who don't act for themselves invite heaven's wrath and earth's destruction—do I need to teach you that? Think it over before answering me."

"If I killed my brother, could I still live? Am I an idiot?!' Huang Jingrong laughed angrily.

Zheng Congwen frowned slightly: "How can you be so dense? I'm telling you to see him off, not to kill him. Your brother is held in the detention center, depressed to the point of illness, and his health is already poor—heart disease, cerebral hemorrhage, anything could happen. Understand?"

Without waiting for Huang Jingrong's reply.

Zheng Congwen added: "I don't like making things difficult for people; I give you a choice: either you commit suicide out of fear of guilt, or you go to the detention center to see your brother off on his final journey."

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Huang Jingrong fell silent again, feeling a helpless urge to die yet being unable to do so.

Damn it!

You damn well really aren't making things difficult for anyone!

You're nothing more than someone who took a big dump on my head, that's all! Just because I didn't say it was fragrant, you then criticized me for not knowing how to cherish!

Damn it!

I, too, have opened my eyes today; I've seen your ugly face, and only then did I realize that Lin Dongfan is actually a handsome, refined gentleman.

Although Lin's tactics are also devious, he at least has some principles.

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Huang Jinrong held back a belly full of complaints, hesitating back and forth, but eventually made a compromise: "I can agree to your demand, but before entering the detention center, I want to see someone."

"Who?" Zheng Congwen felt wary.

Huang Jinrong said: "I went to the hospital earlier and asked about Su Qianqian's father's kidney transplant; the situation is a bit complicated, so 500,000 might not be enough. I originally wanted to give the Su family another 500,000 as compensation, but I didn't have time to arrange it before you caught me. I want to see Mayor Lin and personally hand over the additional 500,000 to him."

"Heh, you're pretty clever." Zheng Congwen laughed: "You're afraid I'll burn the bridge after crossing, leaving you with no way out. So you came up with this ploy, hoping to use 500,000 to gain Mayor Lin's favor. You think that as long as Mayor Lin keeps you in mind, you won't fear me silencing you, right?"

"Yes, I'm afraid you'll burn the bridge after crossing."

Huang Jinrong stared straight into Zheng Congwen's eyes, and at this moment he actually felt no fear.

Zheng Congwen laughed: "Don't be so naive; Mayor Lin isn't someone you can see just because you want to. You now only have a choice between two options, with no room for negotiation."