Chapter 907: Borrowing a Knife to Kill

Mayor Lin, this…… this can't be? The detention center is strictly managed; they can't meet.

When Zheng Congwen spoke again, he no longer had the earlier confidence of having victory in hand; he could only fall back on a feeble attempt to cover up, playing the trick of trying to conceal but making it more obvious.

But he didn't know that.

Lin Dongfan, who had worked for years in the anti-corruption bureau, had long been accustomed to dealing with corrupt officials; he knew their tactics and psychology like the back of his hand.

Lin Dongfan calmly countered: "Really can't meet?"

!!!

That question left Zheng Congwen speechless again.

If he insisted they couldn't meet, then this detail would have to be carried out in reality. Once that detail was implemented, Huang Jinrong wouldn't be able to complete the task of sending Huang Jintang off.

On the other hand……

If he admitted the Huang brothers could meet, that would be slapping himself in the face.

Damn it!

Either way, it's no good!

Wringing his hands, Zheng Congwen steeled himself and changed tack: "If there's a chance the two brothers could meet and collude in the detention center, that shows the detention center's management has a loophole.

But I believe this possibility is minuscule.

The First Detention Center has always been a model unit of our city's public security system. Bureau Chief Luo has visited it many times to guide work.

In other words, my arrangement is fine.

If a problem really arose, it would be due to the detention center staff not executing properly, or higher‑level leadership failing to supervise! Either way, it has nothing to do with me, Zheng Congwen.

If Bureau Chief Luo Zhiwei heard these words.

He would probably jump up in fury, eyes wide, then angrily retort: "You, the political commissar, aren't you the core leader of our city's public security system?"

When it comes to passing the buck, Zheng Congwen is practically an expert.

Lin Dongfan also couldn't be bothered to spar with him verbally; the mayor's authority isn't for empty talk—it's for steering the direction.

Lin Dongfan said solemnly:

"Regardless of whether the chance of the Huang brothers meeting and colluding is minuscule, if such a possibility exists—even a one‑in‑ten‑million chance—we must avoid it if we can. Our city isn't limited to one detention center; when conditions allow separate custody, why lock the two brothers together?"

He paused briefly.

Lin Dongfan then issued a decisive opinion: "To prevent accidents and ensure a fair trial, I suggest transferring Huang Jinrong to another detention center for separate custody!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the meeting room fell into dead silence.

Zheng Congwen's face flushed then paled; he wanted to rebut but couldn't find an opening. Lin Dongfan's suggestion was reasonable and proper, leaving basically nothing to fault.

Not being able to find fault—that's what stings the most.

Damn it!

I went to great lengths to arrest Huang Jinrong just so he could see Huang Jintang off on his final journey! Now your offhand suggestion has smashed my whole plan to pieces!

Which bastard leaked the news?

I had just caught Huang Jinrong, and then the Lin faction moved in! Who's been tipping off the Lins?

Zheng Congwen, seething with anger, turned his head to glance at Xu Jialiang.

Seeing Xu Jialiang lower his head, unwilling to meet his gaze.

Zheng Congwen's face darkened with rage, and he couldn't help muttering: "You damn backstabber! I gave you a chance to prove your loyalty, and you stabbed me in the back……

"Political Commissar Zheng, do you have any objections to my suggestion?"

A sudden challenge rang in his ears, disrupting Zheng Congwen's silent cursing.

Zheng Congwen hastily collected himself, turning his gaze to the sharp‑eyed Lin Dongfan: "I have no objections; earlier I just didn't think it through—I didn't know which detention center Mayor Lin intended to transfer Huang Jinrong to."

"How about the Beishan County Detention Center?" Lin Dongfan said: "It's a bit far, but safe, and the supervision conditions in Beishan County are also good."

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Zheng Congwen's heart was bleeding.

Beishan County!

That place is over a hundred kilometers from Wuzhou, with eighteen bends on the mountain road; a round trip takes four hours—but those are secondary concerns!

More importantly,

The leader of Beishan County's public security system used to be Yang Qing's subordinate—Zhang Yong! Moreover, Zhang Yong once dug up corrupt officials' graves together with Lin Dongfan; their bond runs deep.

It's said that Zhang Yong got his start thanks to a boost from Lin Dongfan.

Put bluntly, Zhang Yong is Lin Dongfan's man!

If we lock Huang Jinrong away in that remote hellhole, we'll lose all control—later it'll be hard even to see him, let alone assign him any tasks.

Lin Dongfan, Lin Dongfan!

You damn well are a remarkable figure!

Zheng Congwen harbored towering rage, but when his eyes met Lin Dongfan's, he could only force a strained smile, pretending everything was calm.

"If no one has objections, let's settle it like this and adjourn."

Lin Dongfan finished speaking and rose.

As he was leaving,

Lin Dongfan deliberately patted Xu Jialiang on the shoulder, smiling encouragingly: "You did great today—keep it up, work hard!" Then he strode off.

Xu Jialiang stood there stunned, face full of bewilderment, his mind filled with big question marks.

What's going on?

What did I do today?

Why did they suddenly praise me?

These questions swirled in Xu Jialiang's mind; before he could find answers, the next second he saw Zheng Congwen staring at him like the grim reaper.

Xu Jialiang's heart skipped a beat, and instantly he felt enlightened!

We're doomed!

"Old Xu, come to my office for a moment!" Zheng Congwen threw down the order, turned and left, and Xu Jialiang had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow.

Upon reaching the office, the door was shut.

Zheng Congwen immediately revealed a death‑god‑like angry smile: "Surname Xu, you can do it! I told you to investigate the billiard club, but you turned around and went to snitch to Mayor Lin!"

Xu Jialiang wanted to cry but had no tears: "Political Commissar, I really didn't do this..."

"Try saying one more excuse!" Zheng Congwen pointed angrily at Xu Jialiang's nose, his eyes glaring like copper bells: "If you didn't snitch, would Mayor Lin praise you?!"

"……!!!"

Xu Jialiang wore a black line on his head; now it's not that his face is ashen, but his heart is ashen!

Only now did he belatedly realize he was a total idiot! It was because he hesitated and wavered in his stance! Now nobody can tolerate him.

The surname Zheng is not someone to be trifled with.

The surname Lin is no good bird either, playing only blood‑less killing tactics! That praise just now was clearly meant for Zheng Congwen to see, a classic move of killing with a borrowed knife.

Damn it!

This time even jumping into the Yellow River couldn't wash it clean.

"Political Commissar, don't let yourself be used—I really didn't betray you..."

"Damn!"

When the door was closed, Zheng Congwen truly didn't care about his image.

Without letting Xu Jialiang finish his explanation, he kicked him out, sending Xu Jialiang stumbling back several steps and leaving a size‑43 footprint on his belly.

Zheng Congwen pointed at his nose again and cursed: "You treacherous dog, try saying another excuse! I can lift you up, and I can also kick you down!"

"……!!!"

Xu Jialiang lowered his head, silent, not daring to even fart.

Zheng Congwen pointed again toward the main gate: "Get out! Choose any of the township police stations below! Get far away, and don't let me see you again!"