Chapter 83: Not Even Worthy of Being Human

Motherfucker, get lost!

Next time you dare to mess with me, just wait till I deal with you!

Lin Niansheng turned back and again took out his anger on Li Qinglan.

"Team Leader Lin..."

"You say, Li Jiaci's backing is so strong, will he take the chance to retaliate against you?"

Li Qinglan shrank her neck, feeling a little scared.

If Lin Niansheng is investigated by his superiors, this person who helped stir up trouble won't end well either.

Moreover, given Lin Niansheng's methods, he will definitely try every means to push all the blame onto her.

By then, she'll find that calling heaven and earth brings no answer.

Lin Niansheng irritably glared at her.

"I'd give him ten guts just to see if he dares to move against me!"

"You think just because he has backing, I don't?"

Upon hearing that, Li Qinglan gave an embarrassed smile and flattered: "Team Leader Lin, I'm just worried you'll get into trouble. You are the future hope of our Pingzhou—not to mention a mere sub-bureau chief, even the position of Director of the Judicial Bureau will surely be yours someday!"

"Hah."

"You've got foresight!"

At the gate of the government office.

Li Jiaci paced back and forth, his cigarette burned halfway.

At that moment, Liu Yanxi walked out with Wang Lan.

He hurriedly threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it.

"I've brought the person out for you!"

Liu Yanxi spoke while supporting Wang Lan's arm.

Only saw Li Jiaci frown, staring at her supporting hand, his eyes emanating coldness.

Li Jiaci reached out and took him over; Wang Lan's body swayed, ready to collapse at any moment.

As his hand touched Wang Lan's shoulder, he heard a hiss from Wang Lan's mouth.

As if he were desperately enduring something.

At that moment, Li Jiaci sank his face, coldly staring at Liu Yanxi.

"What's going on?"

Liu Yanxi's face flashed a hint of panic: "I'm not sure either; I wasn't here last night."

Li Jiaci immediately lifted Wang Lan's clothes; at first glance, his body had no wounds.

But the more this was the case, the more Li Jiaci grew nervous.

Because he knows better than anyone how ruthless their methods are.

No visible wounds means the injury is internal!

Li Jiaci felt Wang Lan's abdomen and sides; each touch elicited a muffled groan, and finally his body curled up leaning on his shoulder, unable to stand.

"Police Officer Liu, how do you explain these hidden injuries?"

Li Jiaci supported his brother, heartbroken.

He desperately wanted to rush into the government office, drag out those few caps who interrogated Wang Lan last night, and repay them a hundredfold.

But reason told him he couldn't.

He could only endure now.

Liu Yanxi sighed and still said: "I really don't know, but such things are common in the government office; some prisoners are too tight-lipped, they need a few blows before they'll talk..."

"We two were framed—I told you that ages ago, damn it!"

Li Jiaci almost roared as he said.

But Liu Yanxi glanced at Wang Lan, pursed her lips, and spoke with a guilty conscience: "Let's not talk about your matter for now, but his suspicion of trafficking powder is basically confirmed!"

"Police Officer Liu."

"I hope you can handle the case with your brain, not just jump at shadows."

"With such solid evidence before us, how can you call it jumping at shadows?"

Li Jiaci raised his hand and shook his head.

He no longer wanted to explain much; the woman before him was single-minded, saying anything would be pointless.

Right now, the most urgent thing is to hurry and take Wang Lan to the hospital for a full check-up.

Moreover, this matter has nothing to do with her.

Lin Niansheng probably wouldn't do it himself either; he's not that stupid.

It's highly likely that Lin Niansheng instructed a certain cap to oppress and threaten Wang Lan overnight.

These hidden injuries clearly are the work of a practiced hand.

This shows how dark the interior of the government office is.

Better to mistakenly kill than let them go.

"Xiao Liu, bro will take you to the hospital!"

Li Jiaci supported Wang Lan as they walked toward the roadside.

At that moment, Liu Yanxi suddenly reminded: "Li Jiaci, even if you have strong connections and managed to escape for now, this case isn't over—I will investigate it to the end!"

Li Jiaci's steps paused.

He didn't turn around, but turned his head sideways and replied: "Go ahead and investigate; if the facts prove we two brothers are innocent, then please, Police Officer Liu, give me a satisfactory explanation and restore justice to my brother!"

Of course!

Liu Yanxi agreed without even thinking.

Hospital.

Li Jiaci sat on the hallway bench, rubbing his face deeply.

Just as he was reviewing the whole matter, the doctor pushed open the door from the emergency room behind him.

"How is my brother's condition? Is he seriously injured?"

Li Jiaci immediately stood up and asked.

"Through our examination we found that the patient has a total of twelve hidden injuries, three of which are in the abdomen near the spleen and stomach, while the rest are distributed across the shoulders and limbs!"

"Ah, I've never seen such a situation before; I almost missed it in the examination!"

The doctor sighed, speaking solemnly.

Upon hearing this, Li Jiaci asked again: "Are these injuries serious? When will he recover? Will it affect his life?"

The doctor gestured for Li Jiaci to stay calm, then said: "It's not serious; recovery will take about one or two weeks!"

"Okay, thank you!"

Li Jiaci saw the doctor off, then turned and entered the ward.

At this moment, Wang Lan was already lying asleep on the hospital bed.

After a day and night of interrogation, as well as physical torment, he, so young, bore such immense mental and physical pressure, truly heartbreaking.

In his previous life, Li Jiaci made his way in society with just his fists.

Later, circumstances changed abruptly, and he was forced into Three Sides Slope, that place that devours people without spitting bones, only then realizing that under the suppression of gunfire, so-called fists and feet are merely like striking stone with an egg.

It was also then that he witnessed the ugliest side of human nature.

In order to speed up logging, their methods were utterly ruthless.

Regardless of age or gender, whoever was caught got a brutal beating.

This was still the mildest lesson.

Worse still, they directly employed tortures from thousands of years ago.

They tied people alive in midair, then simultaneously started five trucks loaded with logs, tearing the person apart.

Some, after being beaten, would vomit blood and die within days, showing no external wounds but with all five internal organs shattered.

That person, before dying, told Li Jiaci that over a dozen people had bound his hands and feet, wrapped his body in cotton fluff, and ruthlessly beat him with sticks and blunt instruments.

He could clearly hear the sound of his own bones breaking, as well as the blood surging and churning in his throat.

Looking at Wang Lan now lying on the hospital bed, Li Jiaci's memories from his previous life once again surfaced vividly.

Lin Niansheng, you also used this cruel method against my brother?