Xu Jixin raised his chin at Cheng Muyun, a hint of smugness in his eyes, as if silently declaring, "See? I knew it all along, he was after you."
Cheng Muyun remained calm and composed, slowly releasing Xu Zhuohua's hand. He gently rubbed his brow with his slender index finger, a half-smile curving his lips: "The special envoy personally came to invite me, even chasing me to my father-in-law's residence. I naturally cannot refuse such a warm invitation."
These words struck Xu Zhuohua like a hammer blow to the heart.
She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her fingertips trembling slightly—she had long heard that Zhou Minhai's interrogation methods were insidious and ruthless, capable of prying open the teeth of even the dead.
If Cheng Muyun goes with him, the chances of him meeting a bad end are slim!
Cheng Muyun slowly stood up, his straight spine as upright as a pine tree. He looked directly at Zhou Minhai with piercing eyes and said firmly, "But let's make it clear beforehand, on my turf, things have to be done my way."
Zhou Minhai narrowed his eyes, sizing up the person in front of him, his tone somewhat probing: "I wonder what Young Marshal Cheng's rules are?"
Cheng Muyun slowly stood up, his straight spine as upright as a pine tree.
He took his first step, staring intently at Zhou Minhai, and declared firmly, "My rules are very simple."
As he spoke, he took another step forward, his leather shoes making a steady sound on the ground: "Since Special Envoy Zhou has come from afar, I'm sure he won't be stingy with this bit of sincerity."
When he took the third step, he was already half a step closer to Zhou Minhai, his tone becoming increasingly cold: "My wife has always been timid and cannot be separated from me for even a moment."
With the final step, Cheng Muyun stood firmly in front of his opponent, his piercing gaze like a sharp blade stabbing at Zhou Minhai, exuding an undeniable sense of oppression.
At the same time, Xu Jixin tacitly stood sideways.
The two stood side by side, completely separating Zhou Minhai from the Xu family, like two indestructible high walls, firmly blocking all potential threats behind them.
Zhou Minhai clenched his fists secretly, but he couldn't vent his anger on these two powerful figures. "However, the Military Intelligence Bureau also has a rule: people cannot be released until the interrogation is completed."
Cheng Muyun turned around in his black leather shoes, his back to Zhou Minhai, and said in a somewhat casual tone, "Our rules conflict. I am not one to compromise, so forget it. I cannot cooperate with Special Envoy Zhou."
In fact, Cheng Muyun had no intention of going with Zhou Minhai at all.
Zhou Minhai's brows furrowed into a tight knot as his gaze swept over the stern-looking people in the room.
The anger in his heart surged like boiling water, but he suppressed it for a moment—Cheng Muyun held a large army and could not be touched; the Xu family was even more untouchable.
He clenched his teeth until they ached, and squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "I ask that you cooperate with the Military Intelligence Bureau's investigation, after all, this is an order from above."
Cheng Muyun took a long stride and leisurely walked back to the armchair, sitting down heavily with a rustling sound of leather.
He tugged at his collar, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips: "I've read the documents. They say the Japanese arms were seized on my father-in-law's southern route, and they're framing me for it, even forging the contracts. Do they think I'm a fish on a chopping block with these baseless accusations?"
"Does the young marshal lack military supplies and ammunition?" Zhou Minhai took a step forward, his leather shoes scraping the ground with a harsh sound. "How much ammunition has been seized? Where is it hidden? What is its purpose? These are all things I've been ordered to investigate."
Cheng Muyun slowly crossed his legs, his knees swaying in rhythm with his words, as if testing someone's patience: "I didn't deduct anything, why is Special Envoy Zhou so persistent? Just follow the trail of the arms shipments, do you think they can crawl into my stomach?"
These words made Zhou Minhai's veins bulge, and his five fingers dug deeply into his palms.
He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Where did the weapons go? Young Marshal, could you please enlighten me?"
Cheng Muyun chuckled lightly, "I just like hearing soft words, not forceful ones. If you're always so fond of storytelling, I would have answered you long ago."
Zhou Minhai asked, "Young Marshal, please tell me who embezzled the seized weapons."
Cheng Muyun suddenly chuckled softly, a hint of understanding in his smile, and glanced at Xu Jixin without leaving a trace.
Xu Jixin understood immediately, raised his hand to glance at his pocket watch, and said in a calm and unhurried tone, "The time has come, Father. We should have a new guest at home."
Before the words were finished, a black figure, accompanied by a chilling aura, burst into the hall.
Chen Hede's police uniform still had frost on the shoulders and ice shards stuck to the edges of his boots, clearly indicating that he had rushed over in a hurry.
Xu Zhuohua's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously looked at Cheng Muyun. She saw him wink at her gently, the corners of his mouth curving into a calm and confident smile, as if he had everything under control.
It turned out that from the moment Zhou Minhai led his men into Xu's territory, Zhang Qi had already quickly sent out the message requesting help.
Cheng Muyun's hidden "secret weapon" had been prepared in secret for a long time.
Chen Hede strode heavily into the hall in his black boots, his pistol swaying slightly with each step. Behind him, several police officers with fierce faces stood menacingly, their demeanor as menacing as vicious dogs.
His brows furrowed into a cold, sharp arc, and the chill emanating from him almost solidified: "Hearing that someone was trying to harm my sister, I didn't even have time for my drinking party and rushed over here without stopping—I want to see who has the audacity to do this."
When her gaze swept over Zhou Minhai, she deliberately dragged out the last syllable, "So it's Special Envoy Zhou."
Zhou Minhai put on a smile, but inwardly he was weighing the situation.
Chen Hede had French backers; he was a tough nut to crack. He calmly cupped his hands in greeting: "May I ask who Deputy Director Chen's sister is?"
Before he finished speaking, Chen Hede had already ripped off his coat and tossed it to his subordinate. The suede gloves drew a sharp arc in the air, pointing precisely at Xu Zhuohua.
“Miss Xu and I share the same interests and have become sworn brothers. If Commissioner Zhou wants to harm her husband,” he suddenly took a half step closer, the coldness in his voice almost touching the other person’s face, “is he deliberately trying to hurt my sister?”
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