Chapter 2 Sanctions, Chief, Risking My Life: Who Did I Kill? How Could I...
Despite the loud crash, fortunately, the room in this cheap hotel was partitioned with inferior wall panels, so Fu Ze did not feel any severe pain in the back of his head.
In comparison, the squeezing sensation from his throat was so intense that Fu Ze reflexively raised his head and tried to pull away the hand clamping his neck to make his breathing easier.
But his subconscious action was seen as a form of resistance by the person who came.
He let out a barely audible snort of mockery, and then quickly ran his free hand around Fu Ze's body.
The man took Fu Ze's wallet and phone out of his pocket and threw them aside. He then relaxed his grip slightly, causing Fu Ze to lean forward a short distance.
Fu Ze seized the opportunity to take a deep breath, allowing his drowsy and heavy mind to regain some clarity.
At the same time, he planned to adopt a defensive stance.
Even if you can't completely resist the opponent's attack, you can at least delay and hold them off for a while, so you don't end up in such a passive position.
Unfortunately, this new body seemed to be filled with lead and was completely unresponsive to Fu Ze's commands.
Even more unfortunately, the other party had no intention of letting Fu Ze go in the first place.
The hand that had just moved away from Fu Ze's neck grabbed Fu Ze's shoulder, half-guiding and half-forcing him to turn 180 degrees, turning him from a position with his back to the wall to a position facing the wall.
With another impact, the already crumbling partition wall collapsed completely.
Countless specks of dust mixed with sawdust gushed from the cracks in the wall toward Fu Ze's face, forcing him to close his eyes.
The hand didn't let this unexpected opportunity slip by and immediately pressed it back down.
However, this time it was Fu Ze's nape that suffered the most.
Unlike the previous solo operation, after confirming that Fu Ze was not carrying any more items, the man's other hand also joined the team to arrest Fu Ze.
The hand forcibly pulled Fu Ze's arms, which were hanging at his sides, together, and then slid down, locking Fu Ze's clasped wrists tightly like steel shackles.
At this point, although Fu Ze had gained the right to breathe freely, he had essentially no room for resistance.
But the visitor still showed no sign of stopping there.
The first sound was the rustling of the two fabrics rubbing against each other, and then Fu Ze felt something squeeze between his legs from behind.
From a perceptual and logical standpoint, this is clearly the other party's stronghold.
Then, the other party even lifted the thighs a little higher, turning Fu Ze's feet, which were originally able to touch the ground, into an awkward, precarious state where they could barely touch the ground.
If Fu Ze could previously explain the other party's attack as a preemptive strike, now he has every reason to suspect that the other party is torturing him.
You just wait and see!
Once the prison break is over and I have some free time, no matter which body I'm in or how difficult the process may be, I will definitely repay you for everything you did today!
Thinking this fiercely, Fu Ze glanced at the mirror in the room, trying to remember what this arrogant and unreasonable executive looked like.
Although the executive officer had unilaterally suppressed Fu Ze in the previous confrontation, Fu Ze's resistance still had some effect.
For example, he left some faint scratches on the exposed skin of the other person's hands and neck.
For example, the hat that was originally placed upright on the other person's head was tilted at a slight angle, thus revealing most of the other person's face.
However, the moment Fu Ze saw the other person's face clearly, he felt his blood run cold.
Beneath the slightly angled, stiff leather brim, a few strands of dark black hair, tinged with a faint bluish hue, lay disheveled along the edge of the other person's forehead.
Below that were two pairs of downward-looking eyes, their deep pupils fixed intently on Fu Ze through narrow slits.
Raven-like eyelashes blocked the light pouring down from the brim of the hat, casting a fine shadow on the bridge and wings of his nose, which were as striking as if sculpted in a sketch.
His tightly pursed thin lips curled into a slight sneer, making his already sharp jawline appear as sharp as a newly honed blade.
The combination of facial features immediately reminded Fu Ze of a photograph he had glimpsed by chance.
The person in that photo is—Harami Hoshi.
V City CEO, Hara Mihoshi.
Sensing a momentary unease in the movements of the person beneath him, Yuan Jianxing immediately became more alert.
Following Fu Ze's gaze, Yuan Jianxing turned his head back after noticing the mirror hanging there and his own reflection in it, and said with a half-smile, "You know me? Then we can skip the step of showing your ID."
Fu Ze felt somewhat speechless.
Do you officers always pin people down before showing them your credentials?
After readjusting his position and confirming that Fu Ze beneath him was currently unable to do anything other than answer, Yuan Jianxing spoke again: "Tell me, why did you kill him?"
...
Regardless of whether I, as the deceased myself, knew the murderer's motive, given the current situation, I'll tell you if you ask me to.
Don't I have any pride?
Just then, Fu Ze, who had been a fugitive for many years and was very familiar with the procedures of the executive officers, suddenly realized something was strange.
He forced out a question through gritted teeth: "Excuse me, sir, where is your warrant for investigation?"
Yuan Jianxing maintained his superior composure and said slowly, "Without giving an answer or denying the murder, you first question the process. This is the first time I've seen someone confess so readily without being asked."
With each word he uttered, the hand gripping Fu Ze's neck tightened a little more.
Once the conversation in the room had ended, Yuan Jianxing's four well-defined fingers nearly crushed Fu Ze's Adam's apple.
This time, however, Fu Ze, who was mentally prepared, perfectly suppressed his body's survival instinct and silently withstood the pressure from Yuan Jianxing.
If I could die at the hands of the prisoner transporter that Yuan Jianxing is about to take over, it would save me a lot of trouble.
As the rise and fall of Fu Ze's chest began to slow down, a figure strode into the room, shouting, "Brother Xing! Brother Xing! Stop it, Brother Xing!"
Although his brain was already starting to feel dizzy again due to lack of oxygen, Fu Ze still slightly turned his pupils to look at the person who had come in.
The newcomer's collar was also adorned with a tiny star on each side.
He's also an executive officer.
However, judging from the shape and size of the starlight, this person's position is one level lower than that of the original star.
Perhaps because they had seen the textbook-perfectly obscene scene in the room, the person paused for a moment.
But in the end, he rushed to Fu Ze and Yuan Jianxing, who were intertwined, and forcibly separated Yuan Jianxing.
Perhaps not expecting that Mu Wangzhuo, his colleague and friend, would be so blatantly siding with outsiders, Yuan Jianxing was actually pulled so far that he lost his balance and loosened his grip on Fu Ze a little.
Seizing the opportunity presented by the infighting among the executives, Fu Ze immediately escaped from Yuan Jianxing's clutches.
Amid Fu Ze's heavy breathing and coughing, Mu Wangzhuo whispered in Yuan Jianxing's ear with a hint of sympathy, "Hey, hey, hey, you can go easy on him. He's at most a suspect now, not one of those criminals you've already condemned."
Instead of directly responding to Mu Wangzhuo's reminder, Yuan Jianxing took a step to the side, intending to bypass Mu Wangzhuo and suppress Fu Ze again.
With Mu Wangzhuo's interruption, Fu Ze finally had a chance to retaliate. He then addressed the two executives in the room, especially Mu Wangzhuo who had entered later, continuing from the question he had posed when he was restrained earlier:
"Without an investigation order stamped with an official seal, even if you are the CEO, you have no right to come to my door late at night to ask me questions."
Although he appeared righteous and eloquent on the surface, Fu Ze himself found his words laughable.
Unlike the police and special police often depicted in old-fashioned literary works, today's law enforcement officers are individuals who combine "legislation," "judiciary," and "law enforcement."
With such power, even if they do violate regulations by acting first and reporting later, they can later repackage it as a "royal privilege."
The saying goes that in the face of overwhelming power, rules are like a piece of paper that can be rewritten or torn to shreds at any time.
But Fu Ze felt that he was very resilient and that even death itself could not easily subdue him.
Not to mention a mere Yuan Jianxing.
“In urgent situations, we must act expediently. We hope this citizen will understand.” Mu Wangzhuo adopted a friendly demeanor, a stark contrast to Yuan Jianxing, who was being shielded behind him.
So that's how it is... What a classic case of one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop.
At any other time, Fu Ze would never have expressed any utter misunderstanding about such barbaric behavior; he would have insisted on pursuing the matter to the end.
But as the saying goes, those who understand the times are the heroes.
Under the influence of "death in place of life", Fu Ze has remained inside all sorts of murderers. During these periods of existence, which vary in length, he has also interacted with the group of executives in various guises.
No matter what situation he was in, or what attitude or identity he adopted when dealing with those executives, he had never felt the same kind of oppressive feeling that Yuan Jianxing had previously conveyed, as if it had materialized.
Is this the legendary "Chief"...?
When the enemy is strong and we are weak to a certain extent, the best course of action is to take advantage of the situation and avoid their sharp edge.
But as the saying goes, even if you lose, you shouldn't lose face; you still need to maintain the proper attitude.
He rose gracefully from the ground, smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes from the recent exchange, and looked at the two executives with neither servility nor arrogance, saying, "Alright, I'll try to understand for now. So, may I ask what brings you two executives to my room so late at night?"
As he asked the question, Fu Ze suddenly remembered a rumor about Yuan Jianxing himself.
Unlike most executives who graduated from the Executive Academy, Yuan Jianxing was recruited from outside by the current second-in-command of the Adjudication Bureau.
This person was able to rise from the bottom of the social hierarchy, from a "self-taught" to a "chief" who was feared by enemies and praised by peers, all thanks to his unwavering ability to judge people and situations.
In the past, Fu Ze would never have believed such an exaggerated and over-the-top statement, and would have simply taken it as the Adjudication Bureau's publicity department trying to glorify their leading lady.
But now, the "suicide scene" that he originally thought could at least influence the executive officer's judgment has not affected Yuan Jianxing at all.
Faced with the facts, Fu Ze had no choice but to reluctantly believe that the rumors were not entirely unfounded.
But here's the strange thing: Yuan Jianxing, who was so highly regarded and invincible, didn't even receive a small investigation warrant...
The way Yuan Jianxing looked at Fu Ze at that moment was like the scrutiny of a giant crocodile that had silently emerged from the bottom of a swamp and was now looking at its prey drinking from the water on the shore.
Cold, ruthless, and determined to succeed.
Suddenly, Fu Ze's eyes, which were already wide open, lifted up a fraction of an inch.
He understood!
His "suicide" patch did have some effect, at least causing a huge disagreement between Yuan Jianxing and the other executives regarding the nature of the event.
Because he couldn't convince his colleagues that it was a homicide based on the details of the scene, Hara Mihoshi had to take a different approach and try to find flaws in his own "confession" as the murderer.
As for the man's extreme and barbaric behavior when he first entered the room, it was precisely to put pressure on and intimidate himself, the murderer, so as to facilitate a breakthrough in the subsequent interrogation.
Having figured out everything he was facing now and about to face, Fu Ze became more composed.
Alright, if that's the case, then I'll have to take the risk and test the CEO's worth.
It is unknown whether Mr. Hara Mikihoshi, who prioritizes rationality above all else, could have foreseen that there would be someone in this world who could die and be reborn, so that the murderer and the deceased would no longer be at odds with each other, but instead become one.
It remains to be seen whether, under such an unbelievable background, Mr. Yuan Jianxing will be able to maintain his correct judgment of being isolated and surrounded by enemies, and continue his legendary undefeated record.
"The former chief just asked me why I killed someone. Who did I kill? How come I don't know?"
Fu Ze launched the first attack.
A note from the author:
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The classic line, "Upon first meeting my wife, I immediately took advantage of her." [Laughing out loud]
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