Du Zhaohui could still manage some conversation.

As for Xia Hongxia… why bother with her? Xia Xiaolan hadn’t spared her a second glance since entering. Zhou Cheng noticed that Du kept stealing glances at his future wife.

“Come on, I’ll let you listen in.”

Listen to what?

Obviously, to Ke Yixiong’s interrogation.

Xia Xiaolan nodded vigorously, “Alright!”

Zhou Cheng led Xia Xiaolan away, with Du Zhaohui’s gaze following until they disappeared.

Ah Hua relaxed his tense body. Looking at Young Master Du, who still hadn’t withdrawn his gaze, Ah Hua felt conflicted – the young master was truly fearless in his ignorance, secretly watching Miss Xia, did he think her protector hadn’t noticed?

When Zhou Cheng’s gaze swept over, Ah Hua felt like he’d been targeted by a tiger or leopard. Zhou Cheng’s presence was overwhelmingly intimidating; for a moment, Ah Hua had almost felt compelled to act.

Zhou Cheng was far more formidable than Bai Zhenzhu who had knocked out the young master’s teeth!

When Bai Zhenzhu struck, it was fighting, a lesson.

If Zhou Cheng struck, it would likely be lethal!

The ignorantly fearless Young Master Du was still finding fault:

“Officer, why can he take someone in while I have to wait here?”

The bureau’s elite officer gave Du Zhaohui a cold look. Here, there were no Hong Kong bosses, only a major human trafficking case. Seeing Du Zhaohui’s dissatisfaction, the officer wasn’t particularly polite:

“Comrade, don’t inquire about the leader’s business. You’re here to assist with the investigation and interrogation.”

Leader?

How could someone so young be a leader? He probably hadn’t even grown all his facial hair!

Du Zhaohui, stung by the rebuke, felt extremely irritated.

What irritated him most was that Zhou Cheng seemed to have more influence than him…

Nearby, Xia Hongxia, with reddened eyes, thought similarly to Du Zhaohui: Xia Xiaolan had found such a man that even the police called him leader. Heaven was too unfair, giving all good things to Xia Xiaolan.

Xia Hongxia sniffled, and Du Zhaohui moved away in disgust.

He recalled when Xia Hongxia had just been rescued by Ke Yixiong, stinking all over yet still trying to seduce him.

Both are surnamed Xia, yet such a huge difference!

Feeling Young Master Du’s disgust, Xia Hongxia’s tears flowed freely as she tried to get close to him: “Boss Du, why did you stop employing my Second Uncle as a bodyguard? Ke Yixiong is so awful, he fired us all, and my Second Uncle had no choice but to return home… wuwuwu…”

Making money was so difficult.

Xia Hongxia dreamed of joining a big company, working in an office, wearing high heels and stockings, earning a high salary, and then marrying a Hong Kong man respectably.

But she could only work at dusty construction sites and greasy restaurant kitchens!

Du Zhaohui wanted to curse!

How dare such an ugly creature question him? Damn idiot, he was the boss and could hire whoever he wanted – did he need to explain himself to some random woman?

Why did they put him in the same place as this idiot?

“Officer, what do you want to ask? I’ll cooperate, cooperate with everything!”

How terrifying – this must be some new interrogation technique developed by the Public Security Bureau. Du Zhaohui admitted defeat, no longer wanting to maintain his wealthy family’s dignity. He just wanted someone to quickly finish questioning so he could leave this haunted place!

…

Zhou Cheng led Xia Xiaolan to an empty room.

There was no glass wall to see into another room – this was Yangcheng, China in 1985, not New York City.

But between two adjacent rooms, one could hear sounds from the interrogation room.

At first, only the police officers’ voices could be heard. After a while, Ke Yixiong’s lazy voice came through:

“Officer, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I know He Wen, but what do his crimes have to do with me?”

He Wen, nicknamed “Mosquito,” was the thug who had ordered Zhang Bing and others to eliminate Luo Yaozong. He had now disappeared – according to Zhou Cheng’s investigation, he had likely smuggled himself to Hong Kong.

Even in Hong Kong, finding him wouldn’t be easy.

If Ke Yixiong had been more ruthless, he would have thrown He Wen into the sea en route, never allowing him to reach the shore alive.

Hong Kong was vast – He Wen could indulge in its pleasures and never return to the mainland. This excuse would be believable.

As long as Ke Yixiong took care of He Wen’s family, he’d still be seen as the righteous Boss Ke in others’ eyes.

Xia Xiaolan saw paper and pen on the table and wrote: “He won’t confess.”

Zhou Cheng took the pen and replied: “We don’t need his confession! These are trap questions. While Ke Yixiong is at the bureau, his subordinates are being arrested – every single one of them, by name.”

Sure enough, the police slammed some documents in front of Ke Yixiong.

“Human trafficking, theft and robbery, intentional injury, murder, smuggling people… Ke Yixiong, we know everything you’ve done! Whether you admit it or not, you won’t escape this time! See if anyone will take the fall for you now. Your gang of thugs has been a cancer around Yangcheng Station!”

Yangcheng’s leaders had long wanted to clean up public security, especially after the embarrassing incident when Pengcheng’s mayor had his wallet stolen near the train station.

Though Pengcheng’s mayor had no authority in Yangcheng, such incidents were humiliating and face-losing!

Petty thieves were protected by gang leaders like Ke Yixiong.

To be the righteous “boss,” to make others follow Boss Ke’s words, he needed many subordinates. With so many mouths to feed, how could Ke Yixiong support so many followers without engaging in unconscionable activities?

Upon entering the bureau, he had been put in handcuffs and leg irons.

Ke Yixiong reached out to flip through the documents on the table, closing his eyes and then opening them:

“Who wants me dead so badly!”

Fearing he wouldn’t die thoroughly enough, how much power would it take to investigate all these matters?

This wasn’t just one or two days of investigation!

Ke Yixiong was indignant!

He could have escaped these matters, could have taken his people to do business in Pengcheng – money really was easy to make in the Special Economic Zone!

But Bai Zhenzhu came to take his territory.

Xia Xiaolan reported his people to the police.

Du Zhaohui abandoned him, and Cheng Rong Group no longer gave projects to Ke Yixiong.

All these people, step by step, forced him, not letting him go legitimate.

His trusted subordinate Cao Liu was also arrested. To prevent his followers from having second thoughts, Ke Yixiong had to take harsh revenge on Xia Xiaolan!

Luo Yaozong hadn’t died.

After just one day, he was brought to the police station.

Ke Yixiong laughed loudly: “It’s Xia Xiaolan, isn’t it? I never thought I, Ke Yixiong, would fall because of a woman! Xia Xiaolan, you’re ruthless!”

Bang—

The interrogation room door opened, and Zhou Cheng stood in the doorway.

“Leader…”

“All of you, get out. I’ll question him alone!”

Ke Yixiong’s laughter stopped abruptly.

He looked at Zhou Cheng, and Zhou Cheng looked at him.

When Xia Xiaolan’s name was mentioned, Zhou Cheng had come in. Ke Yixiong’s eyes narrowed.

“…It’s you?”

Was it this man?

Never showing himself before, sending Pan San instead, making him lose face twice!

So the third time, this man finally appeared in person?

“Ke Yixiong, attacking women – you’ll always be a low-class thug.”

Zhou Cheng sat in the chair. Across the table, neither man yielded in presence. After a while, Ke Yixiong’s back was soaked with sweat, his whole body as if pulled from water… If he were still free, Ke Yixiong believed he might have had a chance to close the gap.

Now, as a prisoner, what dignity was left to maintain?