"Alright."
Director Yan interrupted him, his voice flat.
"Should we leave now, or rest for a while before we go?"
Feng Sanyao suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief:
"I...can I walk now?"
"What? Don't you want to leave?"
"I want to! I dream about it!"
Feng Sanyao struggled to stand up, but his legs felt like they were made of lead.
"Who...who protected me?"
Director Yan looked at him with a complicated expression:
"Do you think that without the city's intervention, anyone can protect you?"
He lowered his voice and said, word by word:
"It was a call from Secretary Zhou himself."
Feng Sanyao was stunned, his mind went blank.
Secretary Zhou? How could he possibly...?
"in addition,"
Director Yan leaned close to his ear, her voice so soft that only the two of them could hear it.
"At the municipal committee meeting last night, Secretary Zhou gave us ten hours to solve the case."
"Now, there's only half an hour left."
boom!
Feng Sanyao was struck dumb, and instantly understood everything.
This means he needs to... find someone to take the blame!
He clenched his teeth sharply, his facial muscles contorting:
"Director Yan, those people who were arrested with me yesterday... they look a bit like arsonists!"
Don't worry, I'll go and 'ask' for you right away!
"oh?"
Director Yan's lips curled up slightly.
"Then you'd better hurry."
Using all his strength, Feng Sanyao supported himself on his weak thighs and stood up shakily.
"Delaying Director Yan's investigation is my greatest sin!"
Half an hour later.
The Municipal Public Security Bureau announced that the arson case at Jiahang Guesthouse has been successfully solved, and all thirteen suspects have been apprehended.
Feng Sanyao walked out of the police station with trembling legs. The sunlight was dazzling, but he felt cold all over.
That face was filled with endless resentment and humiliation.
Twenty-six thousand yuan in cash.
The sins of thirteen people were bought.
This money is just the beginning.
A car stopped in front of him, and Huang Yifan quickly got out to help him.
"Old Feng, are you alright?"
Feng Sanyao was helped into the car and slumped in the back seat. Looking out the window at the rapidly receding street scene, he asked in a hoarse voice:
"Whose connections did you use to get Secretary Zhou to agree?"
Huang Yifan gave a bitter smile that looked more like a grimace.
He squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.
"money."
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