Chapter 128: You Only Get One Life—Why on Earth Would You Do This

If the knife-wielder hadn't been so close to me, he would've become a ghost under her gun too… Yu Dazhang realized Ye Lin was far too decisive in how she handled things.

First a shot to the shoulder, then one under the ribs—she was trying to take him alive.

Seeing he hadn't gone down, she fired three more shots without the slightest hesitation.

Every shot lethal!

It really proved that old saying: killing without batting an eye.

By now only the three of them were left in the room.

The man in the middle saw both his companions dead beside him, and he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

"Y-you, you all…" His voice trembling, he glanced at the two men collapsed on the floor, then looked at Yu Dazhang beside him:

"You're done for, both of you are done for—no one can save you."

Yu Dazhang looked at him as if he were an idiot.

If you're afraid of retaliation, why become a cop in the first place.

"Arrest me." The man suddenly calmed down and stretched out both hands toward Yu Dazhang:

"Remember this—before long I'll be a free man again."

"When that day comes, I'll go find your family. Don't doubt it—I will find them."

"They'll all die because of you, and not just them—everyone close to you will die because of you!"

The more the man spoke, the more agitated he became, his voice rising along with it:

"Don't worry, you won't die. To us, you're the real panacea."

"You'll live in agony, until one day you're taken, marrow sucked dry, bones cracked open…"

As he spoke, several SWAT vans pulled up outside the main gate; armed SWAT officers rushed out and quickly surrounded the entrance.

Seeing the SWAT outside, the man wasn't afraid in the slightest—instead he laughed excitedly out loud:

"Ha! Now you don't even have the chance to touch me."

"Just wait. Use this time to let your family eat well and drink well—wait till I come for them."

"Oh, right—when I kill your family, I'll record it, then post the video online for people with special tastes to enjoy."

"The footage of their horrible deaths will be played over and over."

"I'll send you a copy too, so you can watch with your own eyes exactly how they die."

By now the man was looking at Yu Dazhang the way you'd look at a dead man.

But the next second, his smile suddenly froze on his face.

A dagger appeared in his hand—at the same moment, a fat hand seized his palm in a tight grip.

"What are you doing?!"

A terrified voice rang out as the man tried to shake the dagger loose from his hand.

But by then Yu Dazhang had already clenched the man's hand into a fist, and the dagger couldn't get free at all.

"Brain-dead."

Yu Dazhang muttered under his breath, then tightened his grip on the man's fist and drew it across the man's neck.

"Wait, let's talk this through!" That line was spoken by Yu Dazhang.

From an outsider's perspective, it looked as though he were stopping the man from killing himself.

The sharp blade swept across the man's neck, but Yu Dazhang didn't stop there.

Before the blood from his neck could even spurt out, he dragged the man's hand and stabbed once into the chest and once into the abdomen.

All the while stabbing, he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"You're still young, don't do anything rash!!"

Finally he held the dagger at the man's belly and sliced it up and down, left and right, cutting round and round several times before letting go.

"You only get one life—why on earth would you do this…"

By now the SWAT outside had already begun rushing in.

When they reached the inner room, the man was slowly toppling backward.

Blood sprayed out from his neck…

After hitting the floor, he struggled helplessly, trying to draw a breath—but it did him no good at all.

The man stared fixedly at the fat man looming over him, his eyes widening in disbelief.

He died with a grievance!

Yu Dazhang was drenched in blood, his clothes completely soaked red—a shocking sight.

The SWAT officers were stunned by the scene before them, and for a moment didn't even know whose chest to point their guns at.

"National Security, on a case!" Ye Lin holstered her gun, flashed her credentials, and stepped between the SWAT and Yu Dazhang:

"Who's the team leader?"

"I am." A fully geared SWAT officer quickly stepped forward. "Secure the scene." Ye Lin said in a commanding tone:

"The municipal criminal investigation unit will be here shortly to handle it."

After giving the instruction, Ye Lin took Yu Dazhang and left.

Back in the car, she glanced at the fat man drenched in blood.

"Let's go change your clothes first."

Yu Dazhang sat quietly in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

To Ye Lin's question, he said nothing—just gave a slight nod to show he'd heard.

At that moment, he kept replaying everything that had just happened in his mind.

Had he been too impulsive just now?

No, for him, that was the only choice.

He believed the man's words.

Even if the law sentenced the other party to death, Yu Dazhang still believed the other party had a way to escape.

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In his previous life, he had heard of a case — a death-row inmate whose execution was carried out by lethal injection.

The entire process was recorded on video, with people supervising, until he was cremated at the crematorium.

As a result, a few years later he committed crimes again, and the police only then discovered he hadn't actually died.

It could be called a modern version of swapping the Crown Prince with a cat.

Yu Dazhang didn't dare gamble on it.

If it were just himself, he wouldn't fear the other party coming after him for revenge.

But once family was involved, that wouldn't do.

He would absolutely never allow anything to happen to his mom and dad.

That evening, Yu Dazhang was called to the municipal bureau and asked to cooperate with an investigation.

They called it cooperation, but in reality he was being detained.

Having lived two lives, it was his first time sitting in an interrogation chair, getting a taste of what it felt like to be questioned.

"Didn't you say it was just giving a statement? Why am I in an interrogation room?"

Yu Dazhang knew perfectly well, but on the surface he still had to put on an act.

As he spoke, he appeared to casually glance at the shoulder insignia of the two inspectors across from him.

Second-class police inspector — enough to show how much importance they placed on him.

"It's just a room, don't overthink it." The inspector sitting across from Yu Dazhang smiled:

"We haven't imposed any coercive measures on you, what are you afraid of?"

He was referring to the handcuffs on the interrogation chair.

Although Yu Dazhang was sitting in the chair, he hadn't been cuffed.

"It's not fear, just not very comfortable." Yu Dazhang replied in a negotiating tone:

"How about we switch seats — you come sit here for a bit."

That remark carried an edge of aggression.

Someone without backing wouldn't dare speak to an inspector like that.

Yu Dazhang naturally had backing — he didn't believe the State Security would do something as stupid as killing the donkey and pulling out the stake.

When he parted ways with Ye Lin that afternoon, he clearly saw her give him a reassuring look.

"Don't be resistant now." Comrade Inspector simply refused to take the bait:

"This is the scene investigation report just delivered by the technical division."

He picked up a document on the desk, walked over to Yu Dazhang, and placed the document on the shield of the interrogation chair.

Before Yu Dazhang could reach for it, he continued:

"At the scene you used a dagger to kill two suspects — and you did it by taking a blade barehanded, something even special forces soldiers aren't necessarily capable of."

Hearing this, Yu Dazhang's eyes narrowed slightly.

Leading the witness?

He hadn't said anything yet, and the man was already directly concluding that those two were killed by Yu Dazhang.

The barehanded blade-taking and special forces parts that followed were just laying the groundwork for that opening line.

The trick wasn't new — any veteran criminal investigator knew it — though this comrade inspector used it skillfully.

"The investigation report says I killed someone?" Yu Dazhang tapped the document on the shield with his finger:

"Leader, doing a statement this way isn't very friendly."

(End of chapter)