Chapter 352: There Are Plenty of Cops More Capable Than Me

Didn't we agree to just chat? How did it turn into a deduction?

At this moment, Wang Hao finally caught on.

The earlier conversation had looked like a chat about the city of Jianning, but in reality, this fatty had been extracting concrete data from him.

Then he had put the two cities side by side and compared them, in order to deduce the approximate number of workers employed on this side of Jianning.

"You were pumping me for information?" Wang Hao asked, eyes wide.

Every line of Yu Dazhang's reasoning had been like a swung sledgehammer, pounding heavily against his chest and leaving him unable to breathe.

He had finally figured out what made the fatty in front of him different.

This fatty didn't play by the script; every single line of the chat was baiting a hook.

"I like that reaction of yours."

Yu Dazhang smiled again:

"It means my deduction just now wasn't wrong."

This time Wang Hao's expression froze completely.

It seemed that the moment he opened his mouth, the other man would spot a flaw.

But he quickly regained his composure, and the look in his eyes as he stared at Yu Dazhang grew complicated:

"If I'm not mistaken, the arrest operation targeting me earlier was commanded by you."

Yu Dazhang didn't answer, but looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

He had previously assessed this person: had a bit of brains, but not much.

Without that streak of cleverness, the organization wouldn't have valued him either.

But Yu Dazhang believed he had one fatal weakness: he liked treating others as fools.

"Although I didn't see you there in person, I can be certain it was you who found my hiding spot."

Wang Hao paused briefly, then went on:

"In my plan, I would only stop at the parking lot to observe for half an hour."

"During that time, the police's attention would be focused on those three people; even if they wanted to observe the surroundings, they'd start with the hotel."

His speech was neither hurried nor slow, as if he were recounting a story that had nothing to do with him.

Yet every word revealed how thoroughly he had thought through the entire incident.

"By the time the police noticed the parking lot across from the hotel, I would have already withdrawn from the scene."

"This hotel was one I picked out from among many commercial venues—it's the most suitable spot for covert observation."

"But this time the police reaction speed was really too fast."

"With just two phone calls, you boxed me in at the parking lot as if you'd known my location in advance."

His voice remained calm, yet a hint of unwillingness was hidden within it.

"What surprised me even more was that you could lock onto my car so precisely—that was absolutely no coincidence."

At this point, his brow furrowed slightly, as if this particular point left him deeply puzzled.

"Earlier I kept wondering why my luck was so bad, how I could be found by the police in such a short time."

"Now I finally understand—this was never about luck at all, but because I ran into you."

His gaze settled on Yu Dazhang again, a flash of helplessness and bitterness in his eyes.

Only catching on now—too late… Yu Dazhang's face showed no emotional ripple; he merely watched him blandly.

When a person is overconfident, the ending usually isn't pretty.

And more often than not, they'll fall into the trap of their own plan—what's called being caught in a cocoon of one's own making.

If Wang Hao had set the time at fifteen minutes, Yu Dazhang wouldn't have had time to lock down his location either.

Even ten minutes earlier, he could have left at his leisure.

But he just happened to think no one could spot him within half an hour; it was precisely that confidence that brought him to his current end.

The reason Yu Dazhang was still being relatively polite to him.

First, to let him lower his guard.

Second, he felt the man hadn't completely lost his humanity.

In his past life, he had seen plenty of crazed scumbags.

At the end of their rope, they would choose to perish together with the police trying to arrest them.

Do you know how many police officers die in the line of duty every year?

The exact numbers aren't allowed to be written.

Let me put it sideways—on average, one police officer dies in the line of duty every day, including both sworn officers and auxiliary police.

This is officially released data.

There are many more that can't be released, so I won't go into detail.

So in Yu Dazhang's view, although Wang Hao had done some extreme things, at least he wasn't such a bastard as to drag police officers down with him.

Even though his method of suicide was a bit flashy, it hadn't dragged anyone else in.

But having said that, this didn't mean he felt the slightest sympathy for Wang Hao.

On the contrary, he believed that anyone who made money by enslaving intellectually disabled people deserved to be taken out and shot.

"I'm starting to believe what you said now." Seeing Yu Dazhang didn't respond, Wang Hao went on:

"With a cop like you, there's a real chance you could bring Hong Liuwen's daughter back to the country."

Yu Dazhang had originally not wanted to engage, after all the information he wanted had already been drawn out, and now he just had to wait for the photos from that side.

But he really couldn't stand Wang Hao's smug look, and couldn't help saying coldly:

"It's just that your vision is too narrow. There are plenty of cops more capable than me—you could say I'm among the most insignificant in the entire police system."

"You think that line would fool a ghost?"

The officer beside him, who was in charge of taking notes, couldn't help but glance at him.

"If you're insignificant, then what does that make the rest of us?"

"Being humble is fine, but you should also consider how it makes others feel."

Just then, Yu Dazhang's phone chimed with a notification.

He immediately pulled his phone from his pocket, saw the WeChat message displayed on the screen, and tapped to open it right away.

Hong Liuwen had sent several photos of himself with his daughter in a row, deliberately posing in a few different positions to make them easy to tell apart.

The last few photos even had date watermarks added.

"Take a look."

Yu Dazhang walked over to Wang Hao with the phone in hand and held the screen toward him:

"All just taken — taken for you to see."

Seeing Wang Hao's gaze fall on the screen, he flipped to the next image every few seconds.

For nearly two minutes, Wang Hao's eyes stayed fixed on the phone screen, afraid of missing any detail.

Only after Yu Dazhang took the phone back did he let out a long breath, as if the boulder pressing on his heart had finally been lifted away.

"I believe you."

At that moment, Wang Hao's listless mood was swept clean away. He lifted his head and stared at Yu Dazhang, a look of anticipation flickering in his eyes:

"As long as you promise to keep my family safe, I'll tell you everything and I'm willing to cooperate with you."

His voice trembled slightly — clearly wound up to breaking point, terrified the fat man opposite him would refuse.

"Write down your family's information. The more detailed, the better."

Yu Dazhang said as he picked up a notebook and a safety pen, and set them on the interrogation chair's writing ledge.

"Alright, I'll write it right now."

Wang Hao nodded rapidly, picked up the paper and pen on the desk, and began writing quickly.

Are the police obligated to protect a suspect's family members?

Yes, actually.

If a suspect's family members show signs of being targeted, the police will take corresponding measures to ensure they are not subjected to illegal detention, beatings, or other forms of abuse.

Yu Dazhang stayed where he was, watching Wang Hao's every move.

In less than two minutes, Wang Hao set down his pen and gently pushed the notebook forward.

Because of the handcuffs, his hands were locked to the writing ledge, so he couldn't pass the notebook back.

Yu Dazhang nodded, took back the notebook and safety pen, then sat down opposite him again.

While Wang Hao had been writing, he hadn't looked at the contents of the notebook — he was watching to make sure Wang Hao didn't do anything rash.

Even though it was only a safety pen, he still had to be cautious — after all, Wang Hao had just attempted suicide not long before.

Yu Dazhang then turned his attention to the notebook.

Wang Hao's family situation wasn't complicated.

Divorced four years ago.

Currently only three immediate family members — parents and child.

The only thing that struck Yu Dazhang as odd was that the old couple was raising the child in Star City, and yet they weren't living with Wang Hao.

(End of chapter)