Chapter 917: The situation is already lost!!!

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains into the living room, warm and cozy, but Wang Qigang felt no warmth at all, even feeling a bit chilly.

The television was playing the morning news.

The volume was turned low.

It was just background noise.

Wang Qigang sat motionless on the sofa like a vegetable, his gaze terrifyingly empty; only when he clenched his teeth could you tell he was still alive.

This mournful, silent state had persisted for a full ten minutes.

Ten minutes earlier.

He received a call from the Provincial Public Security Department saying Zheng Congwen had been caught while attempting to flee.

As for how he was caught, the people from the Provincial Department didn't elaborate on the phone. He only knew one thing: Zheng Congwen had tried to escape by car the previous night and was apprehended in the pursuit.

The Political Commissar of the Wuzhou City Public Security Bureau has been arrested!

He, a member of the Provincial Party Standing Committee and the top official of the Wuzhou Municipal Party Committee, was actually the last to find out!

Provincial Party Secretary Jiang gave the nod to make the arrest without even informing him beforehand, and the Provincial Public Security Department didn't bother to greet him before moving in!

At this moment……

Wang Qigang angrily and poignantly felt——no matter how strong his arms were, they could not match the thighs of the red third generation!

How far will this power storm rage?

Unimaginable!

Three years ago, it was Wang Qigang himself who personally demanded personnel from the Provincial Public Security Department, forcibly transferring Zheng Congwen to take charge of the Municipal Bureau. Now that Zheng Congwen has run into trouble, even if Wang Qigang's backside is clean, he still bears responsibility for misjudging his subordinates.

Taking action against Zheng Congwen is essentially aimed at Wang Qigang himself.

"Wuzhou!"

"Could this be the end of the line for me, Wang Qigang?"

Wang Qigang closed his eyes, a look of sorrow crossing his face. The morning news he once enjoyed now held no interest for him.

Suddenly, the phone resting on the tea table rang again, its ringtone sharper than usual.

He picked it up and glanced at the screen.

The caller ID showed the Office of the Provincial Party Committee.

Wang Qigang took a deep breath, waited for his emotions to settle a little, then answered: "Hello, I'm Wang Qigang of the Wuzhou Municipal Party Committee."

"Secretary Wang, Secretary Jiang wants to see you. Today at ten a. m., in the office."

On the other end of the line came the voice of the Provincial Party Committee Secretary-General, speaking politely as if reading a document, all business.

Wang Qigang fell silent for a second: "Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Qigang tossed the handset back onto the tea table, his whole body drained of strength as he slumped limp against the sofa.

Secretary Jiang wanting to see him probably bodes no good.

The electronic clock on the wall showed it was 7:20, leaving more than two hours.

Wang Qigang got up and went back to the bedroom to change clothes.

His wife Cheng Ying was still asleep; his movement woke her, and she mumbled, "Old Zheng, where are you off to so early?"

"There's something up in the province."

Wang Qigang didn't want to bring his negative mood to Cheng Ying.

In Wang Qigang's eyes, Cheng Ying was a capable, family‑oriented elite who could handle household and work affairs with orderly efficiency.

"There's still a breakfast on the table; don't forget to eat it later. Since your stomach isn't great, you should eat less of those unhealthy street‑stall breakfasts."

Having given the usual reminder, Wang Qigang picked up his briefcase and headed out.

Just as he reached the door, the doorbell suddenly rang.

What a coincidence.

Wang Qigang pulled open the door and, to his surprise, found...

Outside stood four people; the leader was an old acquaintance, the Wuzhou Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection Secretary Shi Liantang, with several of his subordinates behind him.

Looking at this show of force, their intentions were hardly friendly.

Wang Qigang's face darkened instantly: "Secretary Shi, what do you mean by this?!"

"Secretary Wang, I'm really sorry to bother you this early," Shi Liantang said, his face showing a hint of helplessness but his eyes firm: "Zhao Tianyu's sister, Zhao Linlin, has come forward with a real‑name report that your wife, Cheng Ying, while working at the City Investment Company, once exchanged benefits with the Zhao Group."

Having said that, Shi Liantang produced a summons from his briefcase and displayed it before Wang Qigang.

Wang Qigang's eyes flashed with anger: "You barge into my house to arrest my wife without even saying hello—do you still see me as the Municipal Party Secretary at all?!"

"Secretary Wang, you're overreacting," Shi Liantang replied, still wearing a helpless expression: "For now we're only asking Ms. Cheng to come in for assistance with the investigation. Out of respect, I came here myself."

"What if I don't let you in?!"

Wang Qigang's face darkened with anger.

Shi Liantang looked at him, fell silent for a second, then smiled: "Secretary Wang, I hope you stay calm and don't act rashly."

"!!!"

Wang Qigang glared for a moment, then finally swallowed his anger and stepped aside.

At that moment, Shi Liantang gestured to the people behind him with a nod. They filed in, and shortly afterward Cheng Ying was led out.

Her hair was disheveled, she hadn't even changed out of her pajamas, and she wore a silent expression.

Seeing his wife silent and speechless, Wang Qigang's sorrow welled up from his heart and his emotions plunged into an abyss! His wife, who always cared about saving face, was today mute—clearly something was truly wrong.

As Cheng Ying was being led out the door and passed beside him, Wang Qigang instinctively grabbed her arm.

His gaze then shifted to Shi Liantang: "Secretary Shi, must you really take her away? As the Municipal Party Secretary, don't you care at all about my face?!"

"Secretary Wang, let go," Shi Liantang urged. "It's still early, there are few people outside. If we keep this standoff going, only more onlookers will gather."

"!!!"

Although there were a hundred thousand unwillingnesses, Wang Qigang still let go.

He stood at the doorway.

He watched helplessly as his wife was taken away by the Discipline Inspection Commission; watching and watching, his gaze turned icy cold! Because he saw a black Audi parked beside the Discipline Inspection Commission's vehicle.

The car window glass slowly lowered.

The person sitting in the car was looking over at him.

This person was no one else—the thorn in his eye, the splinter in his flesh—Lin Dongfan! They were only a dozen meters apart, staring at each other across the space.

Lin Dongfan's face was expressionless, and Wang Qigang's expression was equally icy.

They exchanged no greetings, yet in that silent stare it felt as if they had already fought three hundred rounds; even the air was filled with a chilling, killing intent.

At this moment, Wang Qigang finally confirmed his suspicion:

The reason Shi Lintang dared to come to his house at dawn to arrest people was ultimately a gamble that Wang Qigang could not get past Lin Dongfan's hurdle!

After arresting Zheng Congwen, they went on to arrest Cheng Ying!

Not even Wang Qigang's bedmate was spared—Lin Dongfan is out to exterminate them all!

Wang Qigang's anger flared; he couldn't help walking up to Lin Dongfan's car and asking: "Is it really necessary to go to such extremes? You too have a family!"

"Threatening me?"

Lin Dongfan smiled faintly, as steady as Mount Tai while seated in the car: "Your wife is implicated in corruption involving over two hundred million; you'd better know nothing about it, otherwise even the immortals couldn't save you."

"!!!"

Wang Qigang gritted his teeth in hatred, his chest blazing with fury, yet he couldn't utter a single word.