Return of the King, Chapter 7 - 7 7 The Feigned Foolishness of Mr

??7: Chapter 7 The Feigned Foolishness of Mr.

Li

7: Chapter 7 The Feigned Foolishness of Mr.

Li

Wang Dong was 43 this year.

Since he finished university at the age of 22 and entered the system, he had the good fortune to serve under Mr.

Li, after which his career advanced smoothly.

Recently, however, he had hit a bottleneck—the position of Chief of the JC Bureau—an unsatisfactory, middle-ground rank that made him very uncomfortable.

But just at this critical mont, sothing happened to Eldest Miss Li from the Li Family.

In broad daylight, a gang of bandits brandishing machine guns had boldly taken her into the hospital.

When he heard the news, he was stunned for a few minutes.

It wasn’t until the incessant “hello?” from the other end of the phone disrupted his thoughts that he swept everything on his desk onto the floor, cursing those “fucking bastards” before putting on his coat, planning to go see the cri scene.

After circling the cri scene and seeing so many dismbered corpses, Wang Dong, who had lived in comfort for many years, almost threw up his breakfast.

Moreover, he heard from the forensic examiner at the scene that most of the victims had been killed by headshots, and they were lethal.

While Wang Dong lay in the back seat of the car, resting with his eyes closed, his subordinates brought him a piece of good news.

They had arrested a man at the cri scene who had been holding Eldest Miss Li, and they had already taken him back for interrogation.

By this ti, they had probably pried sothing out of his mouth.

Hey, you couldn’t say that among all the bad news, this tidbit allowed Wang Dong to brighten up a bit, but then this only piece of good news also turned sour.

Mr.

Li himself called him, saying that the suspect they had captured was likely the benefactor who saved Eldest Miss Li.

He told them to treat him well and that he would be coming to see the man himself soon.

Wang Dong certainly knew the caliber of his subordinates.

Usually, they were accustod to using dirty tricks.

If soone refused to confess, they would resort to violence directly.

If this matter couldn’t be traced back to the Li Family, he would typically turn a blind eye to such rogue operations, but now that Mr.

Li had personally identified the suspect, if those bastards pulled any tricks, it would spell disaster.

Seeing his superior frowning and looking troubled, the secretary, with his large face, approached cautiously and asked what had happened.

Wang Dong felt like killing soone.

But he hadn’t spent over twenty years on the bureaucratic ladder for nothing.

The phrase “restrain one’s anger” had been etched into his heart.

If he showed a short temper in front of his subordinates, it would only make them lose respect for him.

By the ti he hurried back to the bureau, he was no longer concerned about his image as he ran toward the interrogation room.

During these few short minutes of travel, no fewer than five or six influential figures with so connections to him had called, naming a man nad Song Yun, insisting that Wang Dong release him.

My god, just what kind of connections did this Song Yun have that he could move the higher-ups?

Wang Dong felt his heart was about to explode.

Hoping against hope that his subordinates hadn’t laid a hand on Song Yun, he took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the interrogation room.

Inside the interrogation room, darkness prevailed except for a spotlight shining harshly on a man sitting in the suspect’s chair.

And Song Yun’s forehead had been cut open, a large gash oozing blood that slowly dripped onto the floor.

Drip, drip, drip.

At this mont, Wang Dong felt as if he could hear his own heart bleeding out.

This was it, his career was over today.

“Son of a bitch, who allowed you to violate the rules?” Wang Dong could no longer contain the fury in his heart and slapped his subordinate Wang Feng hard across the face as he approached.

Wang Feng was left dazed by the slap, not understanding what had gotten into his boss today; he hadn’t seen him this angry before.

“Wang…

Director Wang, the suspect was about to disclose the details.

Don’t worry, we will be able to get to the bottom of this case soon,” Wang Feng said, thinking his boss’s anger must be due to his lack of success in getting information out of the man.

But little did he know that when Wang Dong heard this, it was like adding fuel to the fire, the anger raising the roof.

“Your mother’s water, who allowed you to violate the rules, who gave you the guts!” Wang Dong kicked Wang Feng to the ground.

This son of a bitch was trying to kill him, dragging him into complicity; now, even if he wasn’t dood before, he most certainly was.

As for the other lackeys, they were already trembling and standing as inconspicuously as possible, fearing that their furious boss might lash out at them.

“Mr.

Song, I’m Wang Dong, the person in charge.

I’ve long heard of your great reputation,” Wang Dong said, forcing a slight smile to temper his emotions.

“Heh, so we et in such an awkward position today?

And I’m also shackled to this chair and can’t move?

I didn’t expect your place to be such a den of hidden dragons and crouching tigers,” Song Yun said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“What are you two idiots standing there for?

Hurry up and unshackle Mr.

Song,” Wang Dong felt that if he died, it would be because of these imbecilic teammates.

“No need, it feels pretty comfortable this way,” Song Yun said, seeing this turn of events.

How could he not guess that soone behind the scenes was helping him?

At this mont, he better put on so airs; otherwise, how would he ever get by once he got out.