Chapter 878: Is This Kid Named Ma Ran?

"Brother, I won't hide it from you anymore.

I was indeed tricked into coming here.

I am from Gan Province; I attended a job fair back home and was deceived into coming to Xijing.

I originally thought I was going to work in a factory, but I ended up being brought here and locked up for over ten days.

A week ago, they told me to accompany a guest, and when I didn't listen, I was beaten up.

My injuries had just started to heal today, and they forced me to come and try again.

If I don't agree, they will definitely keep beating me."

"The other girls who came with me have already resigned themselves to their fate."

Xiaoyu was tearful, her face streaked with rain-like tears, unable to speak for sobbing.

Xing Zhijun frowned and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I will help you."

A glimmer of joy first appeared in Xiaoyu's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a look of distress: "Brother, you must not be a local; you don't know how formidable they are. They are the local tyrants here, and you are no match for them at all. Besides, I just heard them say they already suspect you are a reporter."

"A reporter?" Seeing that Xiaoyu was willing to tell him the truth, Xing Zhijun asked softly, "If they know I'm a reporter, they must be afraid that I'll expose what's going on here, right?"

Xiaoyu shook her head: "They won't be afraid; instead, they will find ways to set you up. A reporter came for an undercover visit before, and they beat him up and framed him for drug possession. In the end, it took a lot of effort from the newspaper office to get him out."

Xing Zhijun deliberately feigned surprise: "These people have quite a lot of nerve, don't they? I was a bit careless!"

Outside the room.

A man and a woman were staring intently at the private room where Xing Zhijun was.

"This guest only stayed for a few minutes at the other places before leaving; I didn't expect him to actually like this kind of inexperienced one." A scar-faced man curled his lips into a wicked smile.

The woman who looked remarkably like Lu Yun shook her head: "It's not that simple."

The scar-faced man looked full of surprise: "He's been in there for over ten minutes already; they should have gotten down to it by now!"

The woman said in a deep voice: "The reason I let Xiaoyu go in to accompany this guest was to test him. You forgot, it's her first time! Is it reasonable for it to be this quiet?"

A look of surprise instantly appeared in the scar-faced man's eyes: "Now that you mention it, you've reminded me! Xiaoyu's personality is so headstrong, and it's her first time; it's impossible for there to be no movement at all! This guy really has a problem."

The woman said immediately: "Go open the door."

The scar-faced man looked at the woman in surprise.

This was against the rules.

Seeing that the scar-faced man hadn't moved, the woman simply walked over herself and pushed open the door to the private room.

The scar-faced man hurriedly followed.

It was just as the woman had expected: Xing Zhijun and Xiaoyu were both fully dressed, and the bedsheets were neat and tidy, with no signs of disarray.

The scar-faced man sneered: "Damn it, you really do have a problem! Get the hell out of here right now!"

Xing Zhijun slowly stood up and smiled faintly: "No need for you to chase me; I'll leave on my own."

"Wait!" The woman suddenly called out to stop Xing Zhijun, "Leave everything you have on you."

Xing Zhijun looked at the woman and countered: "What? Are you going to frisk me?"

The scar-faced man sneered: "The dog has a sharp tongue. Stop pretending; we know you're a reporter. Hand over your voice recorder, camera, and whatever else you have on you, and then get out obediently. Otherwise, I won't let you leave Dayu County today!"

Xing Zhijun cooperatively took out his bag and handed it to the scar-faced man: "I really am not a reporter. Everything is in here; you can search it yourselves."

The scar-faced man sneered in disdain, took the bag, dumped everything inside onto the floor, and kicked it apart fiercely.

The woman squatted down, picked up a workbook from the scattered items, opened it, and a look of surprise instantly appeared on her face.

The handwriting inside was elegant, recording some of the work content from recent days.

Seeing that Xing Zhijun remained fearless, the scar-faced man felt a bit angry and was about to step forward to forcibly restrain him.

However, the woman suddenly said in a deep voice: "Wait!"

The scar-faced man looked at the woman in surprise: "What is it?"

The woman bent down to pick up the items on the floor one by one, organized them back into the bag, and then said softly to Xing Zhijun: "I'm sorry, it seems I was mistaken. You are not a reporter. If I'm not wrong, you must be a staff member from the County Government, right?"

Xing Zhijun thought to himself that this woman had some discernment, and on the surface, he nodded slightly: "That's right, I do work for the government."

The woman took a deep breath—she had previously thought Xing Zhijun was an outsider, which was why she dared to use aggressive methods to test him;

now that she knew the other party was from the government, things were not easy to handle.

"I apologize for what just happened. Today's incident, consider it our mistake. If you have any demands, just state them, and we will try our best to satisfy them."

Xing Zhijun pointed to Xiaoyu beside him and said: "I only have one demand: let this girl go."

The scar-faced man stared at Xing Zhijun in surprise: "You've got some nerve, actually daring to make a demand like this!"

Xing Zhijun smiled: "Whether it's my nerve that's big, or yours, don't you have any idea in your heart?"

The scar-faced man took a step forward and grabbed Xing Zhijun by the collar: "Don't think that just because you're a civil servant, I wouldn't dare to touch you!"

The woman immediately said in a deep voice: "Stop!"

The scar-faced man looked at the woman in surprise: "This kid is too arrogant!"

The woman glanced at Xiaoyu, then at Xing Zhijun, and finally relented: "You can take her. But I must advise you, don't pursue this any further—the water here is very deep; be careful of bringing trouble upon yourself, and ending up losing your job."

Xing Zhijun took his bag from the woman's hand and gave Xiaoyu a look: "Let's go."

Xiaoyu looked at the woman timidly, gritted her teeth, and followed closely behind Xing Zhijun as they left.

The scar-faced man watched their retreating figures and said in a deep voice: "We're just letting them go like this?"

A look of helplessness appeared on the woman's face: "What else? Are you planning to beat him up?"

The scar-faced man was full of confusion: "Who is this guy? He looks so dim-witted, how could you be afraid of him?"

The woman took a business card out of her pocket and handed it to the scar-faced man.

The scar-faced man took it and looked, and a look of surprise instantly appeared in his eyes: "Is this guy named Ma Ran? He works at the County Party Committee office? I wonder if Xiaoyu talked nonsense to him."

The woman nodded slightly: "It's good that he's not a reporter. Since we know he's from the County Party Committee office, there are ways to deal with him."

Only after walking out of the building did Xing Zhijun realize that his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

That was truly perilous just now; he almost didn't manage to retreat unscathed.

It wasn't that he was afraid of coming to blows with the other party, but rather that he was afraid of the matter blowing up!

As the Secretary of the county Political and Legal Affairs Commission, getting into a fight in a place that provides special services.

If this matter were to spread, it would absolutely become a sensational tabloid story.

Although he was conducting an undercover investigation into a case, most people were unaware of the situation; once rumors started flying, there was no telling what it would be twisted into.

Xing Zhijun dialed Tang Ye's phone number, "I checked three venues and brought out a young girl."

Tang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, "You didn't expose your identity, did you!"

Xing Zhijun lowered his voice and said confidently, "It's an undercover operation; you have to believe that I'm a professional! I kept my wits about me and left a business card of Ma Ran in my wallet. They should be suspecting that I am Ma Ran right now."

This maneuver by Xing Zhijun was truly impressive!

Tang Ye was also left speechless for a moment!

Xing Zhijun immediately added, "Right, I saw a woman who looks very much like someone!"

"Who?"

"Qiao Lin's wife! She really looks exactly like her!"

Xing Zhijun would not easily misidentify someone; when things are abnormal, there must be a demon at work.

Tang Ye said softly, "Let's meet and talk more!"