Chapter 708: Actually, Cigarettes Are the Easiest Thing to Quit

The man was still alive... Yu Dazhang breathed a sigh of relief.

When he had just said those words, he actually didn't have full confidence in his heart — he only wanted to steady Zhang Jiangke first, to prevent him from resorting to extreme measures.

Since he was still alive, it meant that bringing up Zhou Jiacheng had worked.

As long as the man didn't die, the other problems could all be solved slowly; there was still room for everything to turn around.

Actually, what Yu Dazhang wanted most right now was to give Zhang Jiangke a countdown, to make him walk out of the bathroom on his own.

But doing so would undoubtedly be forcing him to make a choice.

If pushed too hard, it could easily backfire, making him entertain the thought of ending it all in one go.

"I can promise not to tell Zhou Jiacheng the truth, and let you remain his Uncle Zhang forever."

Yu Dazhang's tone softened:

"And in the name of the police, I'll get you a new identity, so he has a concrete impression of the role of father."

"For instance, it's now been established that your father was a businessman when he was alive. He loved your mother dearly, and he loved you just as much — but sadly, he died in an accident."

"Or for example..."

He rattled off several examples in a row, each time portraying the role of father as a positive, uplifting figure.

Finally, the figure on the stainless steel faucet in the bathroom moved again.

This time, the figure was no longer swaying slightly — it vanished from the stainless steel faucet.

Yu Dazhang's heart went cold.

Why was the figure gone?

Had he collapsed and died?

He was just about to get up and check, when he suddenly saw an old man with greying hair walk out of the bathroom.

Zhang Jiangke!

Although he was wearing a camouflage outfit, had grown a bit of stubble on his lip, and his hair had changed color, Yu Dazhang still recognized him at a glance.

As long as the features didn't change, no amount of disguise was anything more than surface work — get close enough and look carefully, and the cover would be blown.

Without the cover provided by those four men, this kind of disguise wouldn't even have fooled the officers outside.

"Come sit down."

Yu Dazhang shifted over, then pointed at the sofa opposite:

"Sit and talk."

Faced with his invitation, Zhang Jiangke didn't move, but instead studied the fat man on the sofa carefully.

After a moment, he slowly made his way over and sat down opposite Yu Dazhang.

"You're a cop?" he asked, staring at Yu Dazhang.

The expression on his face seemed to say: that look doesn't fit.

With Yu Dazhang's current appearance, anyone would probably doubt he was a cop.

First, he wasn't wearing a uniform.

Second, his build was far too bulky.

And with that bloated gut of his, he just didn't look like a cop no matter how you looked at him.

Although he'd lost quite a bit compared to before, his overall weight was still right there, so he still looked very fat.

"You probably won't believe it when I say it."

Yu Dazhang said in a half-joking tone:

"But I really am a cop."

As he spoke, he even pulled out his credentials in proper form and waved them in front of Zhang Jiangke.

Actually, for a criminal like Zhang Jiangke, there was no need to show credentials at all, because those things held no meaning for him.

But Yu Dazhang's little gesture could help Zhang Jiangke relax.

If the meeting opened with harsh words and stern expressions, or with cold, cutting remarks, then there would be no way for them to even begin talking.

Besides, Yu Dazhang hadn't even gotten him under control yet.

"Too young."