Chapter 569: The Mediocre Cheng Wenhao

The two of them had only worked together on one prison-break case, so Yu Dazhang couldn't think of what else he could possibly want with him.

"You get the primary credit on this case."

The chief lit a cigarette and said unhurriedly:

"Don't worry, I'll report it truthfully on my end. I won't steal your credit."

Isn't that a load of nonsense? Even if I let you steal it, you couldn't take it... Yu Dazhang muttered to himself.

He knew the other man hadn't come for that reason, so he didn't pick up the thread, waiting for the chief to continue.

"There's just some loose ends to wrap up now, and I was hoping you could help take care of it."

The chief paused, took a drag of his cigarette, and seemed to find the next words a little hard to bring up. After a moment's hesitation, he went on:

"Although all three escapees have been caught, the money Cheng Wenhao took with him is still unaccounted for."

His voice was a little low, tinged with a hint of helplessness and anxiety:

"He's lying in the hospital now, and that environment isn't going to get us any answers through interrogation. But the longer we drag this out, the harder that money will be to recover."

"So, I'd like you to give it a try. After all, you're the one who brought him in in the first place—see it through to the end, right?"

His last words were spoken in a tone of consultation.

With the case having reached this point, as chief, his face naturally couldn't hold up too well either.

He had led the entire Criminal Investigation Brigade and still failed to find the escapees, only for Yu Dazhang to beat him to it and catch them all.

Such an outcome cost him face, yet it also made him regard Yu Dazhang with even greater importance.

Logically speaking, now that the people had been caught and the case had landed with the Criminal Investigation Brigade, there shouldn't be anything further for Yu Dazhang to do.

But this wrap-up work had stalled, of all things.

If that money couldn't be found, his brigade's face would be completely lost.

We handed you the people, and you still can't wrap things up—how dare you keep holding onto this job?

"That's all?"

Yu Dazhang had thought Cheng Wenhao had committed suicide in the hospital; hearing it was only about the missing money, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief:

"Just say it over the phone. I'll head straight to the hospital—no need for you to make a trip."

He's actually pretty easy to talk to... the chief was stunned.

In his impression, Yu Dazhang was the type who, relying on his own ability, was especially domineering, arrogant, contemptuous, and insufferably proud.

That's why he hadn't dared to bring this up over the phone—he was afraid Yu Dazhang would rebuff him and cost him face.

After all, both of his deputy chiefs had a history with him.

"Then..."

The chief asked cautiously:

"Shall we head to the hospital now?"

"Sure." Yu Dazhang smiled and nodded, then fished a pack of expensive cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, and handed it to him:

"Try one of mine."

The chief took the cigarette, looked it over first, then held it under his nose for a sniff. Once he'd confirmed it wasn't counterfeit, he tucked it between his lips and lit it.

"At your age, you don't need to be smoking something this good." He blew out a plume of smoke contentedly and said, squinting:

"What we earn is hard-earned money too. If you can save it, try to save it."

Leaders, after all, mostly show concern for their subordinates by starting with their lifestyle.

Once you sit in a leadership position, you basically can't escape that cliché.

Yu Dazhang smiled:

"I don't actually smoke."

"Then what's this?" The chief, hearing that, hurriedly looked at the cigarette in his hand again.

This cigarette couldn't have been picked up by this kid, could it?

Yu Dazhang wasn't in the mood to explain, so he just brushed it off with a perfunctory reply:

"My girlfriend bought it for me."

A rich woman? The chief's mind went somewhere improper.

This fat guy has another side gig?

Rich people these days really do have increasingly peculiar tastes.

They arrived at the hospital.

The two of them went straight to the inpatient ward.

Cheng Wenhao was staying in a single room, with two uniformed officers standing at the door and two more inside keeping a constant eye on him.

For a criminal like Cheng Wenhao, such an arrangement was clearly very necessary.

This was a suspect who had just committed a family-annihilation case, so no matter how tight the security, it wouldn't be excessive.