Chapter 172: "How's the prison food?"

After Qi Fushan finished speaking, he raised his hands and bowed towards Yin Dong. Yin Dong remained sitting with his legs crossed, without moving or even raising his eyelids.

The atmosphere was awkward and solemn. Qi Fushan smiled awkwardly and put his hand down. He turned to look at Jiang Yuan and said, "Jiang Yuan, you're a famous university student in our town. The year you took the college entrance examination, I came to present you with a bonus on behalf of our Municipal Education Bureau. Do you remember? You're getting better and better. The other day I saw a video online and found out that you were dating Young Master Yin. I never thought I'd see. Haha, Uncle Qi is treating you two to dinner today. Can you please do me a favor?"

Jiang Yuan slowly raised her head and said expressionlessly, "I remember the bonus. That night, my dad used it to treat you and the town leaders to a meal. The bonus was 10,000 yuan, and the meal, including alcohol and cigarettes, cost 18,000 yuan. When my dad got into trouble, you were the first to rush to the scene with the police, baton in handcuffs. Handcuffing him wasn't enough, you made him kneel in the crowd for over an hour. Later, when you held a meeting in town, you used my family as an example, calling on the people of the town to be ashamed of my family and to draw a clear line between us. Today, New Year's Day, your son, Qi Zhenlei, brought a group of people to break into my house, verbally insulting me and forcing me to have sex with him by force. Uncle Qi, don't worry, I will remember everything you and your son did to my family."

As soon as she finished speaking, the whole room fell into deathly silence.

The smile on Qi Fushan's face froze stiffly. After a while, he remembered to look behind him.

The man in the executive jacket took two steps forward and bowed, "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Liang Fan, and I'm the director of our town's police station."

Jiang Yuan pondered the name in his mind, Liang Fan, Liang Zhouheng, could it be such a coincidence?

Yin Dong raised his eyelids and glanced at the man who was speaking, and finally said, "I don't remember any relatives of the Liang family living here."

Liang Fan smiled awkwardly and explained modestly, "I wouldn't dare to approach someone of such status, but my great-grandfather's generation seemed to have moved here from North City, so I'm afraid there's some connection."

Jiang Yuan seemed to understand all of a sudden why Qi Fushan had specially called Liang Fan here.

Qi Fushan forced another forced smile. "What a coincidence! Today's flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple. Family members no longer recognize each other. Haha, Young Master Yin, since you're here, I've booked a private room at a famous local restaurant. Today, I'm shamelessly here to show my hospitality and apologize to you on behalf of my disappointing son."

"Hehe" Yin Dong imitated Qi Fushan's tone, but his smile was fake. His dull and gloomy eyes met Qi Fushan's smiling face.

The hypocritical smile on Qi Fushan's face suddenly froze under that cold gaze.

Yin Dong: "Your son assaulted my girlfriend, and you treated me to a meal to apologize. What were you thinking, Mayor Qi? By not killing the young master, am I being too merciful and causing you to misunderstand me?"

"How about I treat you?"

This turn of events happened so quickly that everyone stared at him, stunned.

Qi Fushan's face turned pale, and then pale and blue. When Yin Dong finished speaking, his eyebrows seemed to rise into the air. It was not surprise, but a deeper vigilance and alertness. Yin Dong then added the second half of the sentence, "How is the prison food?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the room changed color.