The police brought video cameras when they stormed in, to prove they hadn't broken in illegally.

The video recorder had entered the yard even before them, but it had already been smashed to pieces. Back then, video recording equipment still used videotapes. The Taiwanese guy picked up the broken machine and the videotapes together and handed them to Nie Zhao.

Nie Zhao then handed it to Chen Rou.

Chen Rou took out a lighter from her waist, walked to the poolside and lit it. Watching it burn to ashes, her gaze swept over the lame Wang Sir, whom she had also hit in the balls. Seeing his sallow face and trembling, she asked, "Did you barge in?"

As Song Yuanchao drew his baton, about to strike someone, Inspector Wang nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes."

Chen Rou continued, "Second Master Nie is very ill. You've disturbed his rest. What should we do?"

The officers were also puzzled, because Nie Yao was sitting on the steps with his eyes closed and not saying a word. He looked thin and pale, and did look sick. He neither opened his eyes nor resisted, and just sat there.

"I'm sorry," Inspector Wang had no choice but to say.

Chen Rou squatted by the pool and laughed, "The damage has already been done. What's the use of just saying sorry? You have to pay compensation."

They just barged in recklessly. The richest family isn't short of money, so why would they want to extort them?

Inspector Wong started to complain about being poor: "Third Sister, I have an octogenarian mother to support and a three-year-old child to raise."

"It's fine if you don't want to pay compensation, but your trespassing has worsened my second master's condition. Just wait for the lawyer's letter." Chen Rou said, placing the smashed video camera on the edge of the pool. She slowly added, "Then let's call the police first. When the police arrive, you can take your statements slowly and then leave slowly."

One of the policemen had kidney problems. He had been beaten and soaked in water for half a day, and he was starting to feel the strain. Unfortunately, they had broken in, the videotapes had been destroyed, and there was no evidence. If he died there, it would be pointless, and the Nie family wouldn't pay a penny. But he had a wife, children, and elderly parents, and he would have no income in the future. Hearing that there was still more to come, he quickly said, "I'm willing to pay. Please, call an ambulance for me right away. I can't take it anymore."

If he were a good policeman, Chen Rou would have called an ambulance without him having to urge her.

But these guys are just thugs in police uniforms, even worse than gangsters. So what if they die?

Chen Rou played with a lighter: "Sorry, there's no phone in the villa. What a coincidence, none of us brought our cell phones."

These police officers are all shrewd and adept at reading people. They could tell at a glance that Chen Rou didn't really want money or to prosecute them, but rather wanted to stall for time. Or rather, she was actually conducting an interrogation of innocent people. She wouldn't ask questions, but rather demand that they either confess or die. She wouldn't say it outright, but rather let them figure it out themselves.

The group of officers looked at each other, their health failing and those who had been beaten the most unable to withstand it. Officer Wong quickly said, "It was Sergeant Yu Heng who sent us. He was the one who ordered everything."

The one with kidney disease couldn't take it anymore: "The idea was also from Sergeant Yu Heng. Our military trekking poles and water bottles are from the Royal Marines. We can't buy them ourselves. He got them all for us."

That's right.

Ah Kuan was recording the whole thing with a video camera. Chen Rou reached out and pulled Wang Sir up first, then the one with kidney disease, saying, "Hurry up and give your statement. You can leave after you're done. There are cars outside that will take you directly to Central."

A group of police officers, beaten black and blue, would they still resist or struggle with their thoughts? Of course not. They were all vying to confess, afraid that if they confessed too late they would get more beatings. And so, a grand rescue operation came to an end.

From the assault to the evidence collection, the whole process was smoother than melted hot chocolate.

With the bodyguards busy conducting the interrogation, Chen Rou didn't care about the rest. She noticed that although Nie Jiajun had entered the courtyard, he didn't go out into the open. Instead, he hid among the green plants in the front yard, secretly watching.

She circled around from behind the greenery and patted Nie Jiajun on the shoulder: "What are you doing?"

Nie Jiajun was startled. He turned around and saw it was Xi Niang. He smiled awkwardly and said, "That was quite dangerous just now."

"Aren't you always worried about your second uncle and never go to see him?" Chen Rou asked again.

Nie Jiajun suddenly choked up: "I'll go right now."

...

More than three months have passed since the kidnapping, and this is the first time that the men of the Nie family have gathered together, except for Nie Jiayu, that simpleton.

Of course, apart from Nie Jiayu, who was not a likely candidate to become the leader due to neither his age nor his ability, Nie Yao almost took over, Nie Zhao is the current leader, and Nie Jiajun is the future leader—three generations of the family.

Nie Jiajun went up the steps, bowed to his grandfather first, nodded to his uncle, and then walked towards Nie Yao and slowly knelt down in front of the wheelchair, gently stroking Nie Yao's thin, bony hand: "Second Uncle?"

Nie Yao's eyelids twitched twice upon hearing the sound, but he still did not open his eyes.

Indeed, after being locked up for three whole months, even if he didn't feel hatred, he was left with only numbness.

“It’s me, Second Uncle, Jiajun. I’ve been thinking about you every day. I’ve come to see you.” Nie Jiajun had no choice but to say it again.

This time, Nie Yao reacted. Tears streamed down his face. He grabbed Nie Jiajun's hand, silently raised his head, and choked back sobs. Finally, his sobs turned into loud wails.

Nie Rong, who doted on Nie Yao the most, was naturally heartbroken upon seeing this and put his arm around Nie Yao from behind, saying, "It's all in the past."

But Nie Yao also has a temper. And when he was imprisoned, the person he hated the most was not Nie Zhao but Nie Rong. Nie Rong loved and doted on him so much when he was a child, but when he was most helpless, she didn't lend a hand and just stood by and watched. She was even worse than Nie Zhao.

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