The security guards finally reacted and rushed towards Wang Qiang from all corners, trying to subdue him and drag him out.
Wang Qiang struggled desperately, roaring hysterically, and throwing obscenities at Ning Xiwan like dirty water: "Let me go! You are shielding a murderer! Ning Xiwan! You will not die a good death! You will get retribution! You..."
The scene was in chaos. Questioning, disdain, curiosity, sympathy... countless gazes, like physical needles, pierced Ning Xiwan. She became the center of the vortex, nailed to the pillar of shame as a "murderer."
Just as the chaos and accusations reached their peak, Wang Qiang was nearly dragged out the side door by security, and Ning Xiwan was about to be completely drowned in this torrent of dirty water—
A figure, as swift as a ghost, flashed out from the shadows at the side of the stage! The movements were clean and sharp, with an undeniable sense of strength.
It’s a section of the plan!
He had quietly appeared at the edge of the stage without anyone noticing, still wearing the dark black public high school uniform jacket with the zipper casually open, revealing the white shirt underneath.
The handsome face that usually wore a nonchalant smile was now as cold as iron, and those beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with a dark storm that was about to come.
He stepped to the center of the stage and, in front of everyone's astonished gaze, snatched the microphone from the principal's frozen hand.
"Bang!" The dull echo of the microphone being knocked spread through the loudspeaker throughout the silent auditorium, instantly suppressing all the noise.
Duan Shuce stood under the spotlight, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, precisely fixed on the struggling face of Wang Qiang.
The voice came through the microphone, clear, cold, and with a power that penetrated people's hearts, resounding throughout the audience:
"You said she forced her adoptive father to death?"
He paused slightly, his lips curled up into a cold, almost cruel arc, and each word fell like a bead of ice:
"Where's the evidence?"
The entire audience fell into a breathless silence once again. Everyone was stunned by this young man who suddenly appeared and had an astonishing aura.
Wang Qiang was held down by the security guard. He twisted his body even more violently after hearing the words. He stared at Duan Shuce with red eyes and hissed at the top of his lungs: "Evidence?! I am the witness! She was the one who pushed my father down the stairs! Everyone knows it! She is the murderer! She..."
"Who doesn't know how to make empty promises and slander others?" Duan Shuce interrupted coldly. His voice was not loud, but it carried a strange penetrating power and oppressive feeling.
"You said you are a witness? Well, let me ask you—"
He took a step forward, his eyes sharp as a knife: "Did you see Ning Xiwan push your father down the stairs with your own eyes? What was the exact time? Where? Who else was there at the time?"
"What did the forensic report say about your father's fall? Could you please show us the police dispatch records and on-site investigation results?"
A series of precise, sharp and core questions, like a series of heavy hammers, caught Wang Qiang off guard and his momentum stagnated instantly.
He opened his mouth, the filthy curses stuck in his throat, his face flushed red, and a hint of imperceptible panic flashed in his eyes.
"I...I..." He was incoherent. "It was...it was raining heavily...she ran away...my dad chased her out...and then...she fell! It was her fault! It was her!"
He could only repeat empty accusations without producing anything substantial.
The audience began to whisper, and the wind direction quietly changed.
"Yeah, where's the evidence? We can't just rely on his words, right?"
"He doesn't look like a good person..."
"Who is this boy? He has such a strong aura..."
Just when Wang Qiang was forced to retreat step by step and was in a state of embarrassment due to Duan Shuce's questioning -
Buzz!
The huge electronic screen hanging directly above the stage, facing the audience, lit up without warning.
The screen that was originally playing the promotional video for the "Mingde Scholarship" switched instantly!
What appeared was a high-definition surveillance video clip. The time shown on the screen was exactly one week ago, Friday evening!
The location was the quiet Wutong Road outside the gate of C University! The angle was tricky, obviously coming from a hidden camera on the roadside.
In the picture, Ning Yunmeng, wearing a beige cashmere coat and delicate makeup, was bending slightly and casually throwing a thick kraft paper envelope at the feet of Wang Qiang, who was curled up on the ground and looked embarrassed!
Then, a recording of the conversation, processed by technology and extremely clear, resounded throughout the silent auditorium:
[Do you want to...retaliate? Make her lose her reputation and feel the pain of being despised by everyone?]
[I can help you... money? Opportunities? Or... a stage where everyone knows what kind of person Ning Xiwan is? I can give you all of that.]
[I want money! Lots of money! I also want to ruin that bitch's reputation!]
【make a deal.】
[Remember—I want you to tear off her mask of superiority in front of everyone! Make sure she never gets up again!]
The moment the recording ended, the screen switched again.
This time, it was a clear screenshot of the bank transfer record! The payee's name was Wang Qiang! The account number was coded, but the transfer amount was exactly 50,000 yuan!
Time: The day before Wang Qiang stormed into the auditorium and started a disturbance! And the most crucial thing is—the name of the person who transferred the money was specially marked in a striking red circle:
[Ning Yunmeng]!
Time, place, people, money transactions, conversation recordings, transfer records... irrefutable evidence!
"boom--!!!"
The entire auditorium erupted in chaos! It was ten, a hundred times more violent than when Wang Qiang burst in just now!
Everyone's gaze, like a searchlight, instantly shifted from Duan Shuce and Wang Qiang in the center of the stage to the audience—Ning Yunmeng, who was wearing a plain off-white dress, covering her mouth, tears of shock on her face!
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