Zeng Guangzhao had just finished smoking a cigarette outside the station when he saw a group of uniformed police officers running over.

He threw away his cigarette butt, took a deep breath, and walked into the line.

"Hey, what are you doing here? A bunch of you blocking the way and causing a traffic jam, do you know that?"

Lone Wolf stepped forward, looking all cocky and arrogant.

"Mind your own business. What's it to you?"

That sounded incredibly rude. The lead policeman pulled out his baton from his waist, tilted his head, and asked him, "Are you the boss?"

Zeng Guangzhao stepped forward and apologized to the leading police officer, saying, "I'm sorry, please don't take it to heart."

Lone Wolf refused and shoved Zeng Guangzhao dismissively.

Suddenly, he pulled a gun from his waist and pressed it against the policeman's head.

"Damn it, I'm not afraid of anyone! If you've got the guts, make your move and I'll kill you all!"

Ordinary people don't carry guns; those who do are either police officers or military personnel.

But this group of people, dressed in ordinary clothes, numbered in the thousands. No one knew where they came from or what they wanted to do in this area.

The police captain felt he couldn't control the situation, so he used a phone in the station to call the supervisory board.

Soon, two military vehicles arrived.

Someone walked into the line and loudly asked who the leader was.

Zeng Guangzhao stepped forward and said, "I am the regimental commander, I will go with you."

The rest of the people were taken into custody. Lone Wolf sat with Yi Mu, head bowed, and whispered, "Will Sixth Brother be alright?"

Yi Mu wiped the dust off his leather shoes with his fingers, his voice calm: "Wait."

Zeng Guangzhao was taken to an unknown place, a dark basement with torture instruments hanging on the walls and the air filled with the smell of blood and decay.

In the closed room, Zeng Guangzhao was pressed into a chair, and the person sitting opposite him looked him up and down.

"Tell me, what's the deal with that huge group of people?"

Zeng Guangzhao first inquired about the man's background.

The other party didn't take him seriously at all, just smiled and said that he was sent by his superiors.

Zeng Guangzhao didn't care who he was, as long as he wasn't the one who released the spell.

He was very cooperative, answering whatever the man asked.

In less than ten minutes, he confessed everything.

The man wondered why he was being so cooperative.

"If there is even the slightest falsehood in what you say, the consequences you face will be unbearable."

Zeng Guangzhao nodded, his attitude conveying a sense of integrity and uprightness.

"To be honest, I have a grudge against Shi Fang, otherwise I wouldn't have gone to such extremes."

“You can investigate this matter as you please. In fact, among the warlords in Beiping, there is more than one who keeps a private army. Everyone has a way out.”

Zeng Guangzhao is putting himself in a do-or-die situation. If he succeeds in tripping Zeng Guangzhao up, he will inevitably make many enemies.

But he didn't care.

Previously, Zeng Guangzhao was wholeheartedly Gu Cheng's subordinate and didn't have such great ambitions, so he naturally didn't care how high he could climb or how much he could possess.

But things are different now.

Compared to those old men, he may not have any connections, but he is young, capable, and has resources.

In order to stop being treated like a dog and made fun of, he had to stand up straight and become a superior person.

Zeng Guangzhao was detained for two days and one night. On the morning of the third day, he was released from the dark interrogation room.

He was greeted by high-ranking officials from the Nanjing government.

He was then taken to see the commander of the Military Commission.

There, he confessed everything he knew about the officers who were maintaining private armies in Beiping.

The sun didn't rise again until the next morning.

Zeng Guangzhao's face was covered in stubble, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

He looked dejected, but his spirit was more vibrant than ever before.