Chapter 708

The man is still alive… Yu Dazhang exhaled in relief.

When he spoke those words just now, he had no real confidence—he only wanted to stall Zhang Jiangke and prevent him from resorting to extreme measures.

Since he’s still alive, it means talking to Zhou Jiacheng had an effect.

As long as the man isn’t dead, other problems can be solved gradually; there’s still a chance.

What Yu Dazhang most wanted to do right now was give Zhang Jiangke a countdown, forcing him to walk out of the bathroom himself.

But doing that would clearly be pushing him to make a choice.

If pushed too hard, it might backfire and make him think of ending it all.

“I can promise not to tell Zhou Jiacheng the truth—you can remain his Uncle Zhang forever.”

Yu Dazhang’s tone softened:

“And I’ll use my authority as a police officer to give you a new identity, so he can form a concrete impression of his father.”

“For example, it has now been confirmed that your father was a businessman in life—he loved your mother deeply, and he loved you too, but sadly, he died in an accident.”

“Or another example…”

He listed several examples, each time portraying the father as a positive, uplifting figure.

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

This time, the reflection didn’t just tremble—it vanished from the faucet entirely.

Yu Dazhang’s heart sank.

Where did the reflection go?

Had he collapsed and died?

He was about to stand up and check when suddenly an elderly man with gray hair walked out of the bathroom.

Zhang Jiangke!

Though he wore a camouflage uniform, had grown some facial hair, and dyed his hair, Yu Dazhang recognized him at a glance.

As long as the facial features remain unchanged, no disguise is more than surface-level—get close enough and examine carefully, and it will crack.

Without the cover of those four men, this disguise wouldn’t even fool the officers outside.

“Come sit.”

Yu Dazhang shifted his position, then pointed to the sofa across from him:

“Sit down and talk.”

Zhang Jiangke didn’t move at his invitation—he studied the fat man on the sofa intently.

After a moment, he slowly walked over and sat down opposite Yu Dazhang.

“Are you a police officer?” he asked, staring at Yu Dazhang.

His expression seemed to say: This look doesn’t fit.

Right now, Yu Dazhang’s appearance would make anyone doubt his police identity.

First, he wasn’t wearing a uniform.

Second, his build was overly bulky.

With that bloated belly, he looked nothing like a police officer.

Though he’d lost weight since before, his total weight remained, so he still looked very fat.

“You probably won’t believe me.”

Yu Dazhang said with a half-joking tone:

“But I really am a police officer.”

As he spoke, he pulled out his credentials and waved them in front of Zhang Jiangke like a proper officer.

In truth, there was no need to show credentials to a criminal like Zhang Jiangke—these things meant nothing to him.

But Yu Dazhang’s gesture helped Zhang Jiangke relax.

If the meeting had begun with harsh words or cold hostility, there would have been no point in talking at all.

Besides, Yu Dazhang hadn’t even taken control of him yet.

“Too young.”