Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System Chapter 451 - 281: You Have Already Chosen the Path to Death

Anti-Smuggling Bureau, inside the interrogation room.

Qi Yun had barely rested the whole night, looking utterly exhausted. Only now did he truly understand the tornt Old Ghost went through when he was captured last ti.

"Creak."

The door to the interrogation room opened, and Director Han walked in, holding a cup of tea. He eyed Qi Yun up and down, noticing the latter was reaching his limit, then waved to the two officers who had been interrogating for several hours.

"You two, step out, and turn off the surveillance."

The two officers exchanged a glance and followed orders, exiting as they switched off the surveillance cara’s power in the corner.

Only Qi Yun and Director Han were left in the interrogation room, the fluorescent light casting contrasting expressions on their faces.

Director Han set down his tea cup and casually sat on the table in front of Qi Yun, smiling as he asked, "How is it? Not feeling too great, huh?"

Qi Yun raised his eyelids slightly, his eyes bloodshot, "Director Han, you turned off the surveillance just to say this to ? Do you think I should beg you?"

The smile on Director Han’s face faded a bit, as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Whether or not you beg is up to you, but you must understand, the one who can decide if you get out of here isn’t the person backing you."

"I had people check the surveillance all night. That batch of goods you picked up from the airport was stored in the warehouse opposite the New District Branch, am I right?"

"I only need to give the order, and my people can imdiately seize your batch of goods. Even if you don’t cooperate, I can still pin you down!"

As he said this, he leaned down towards Qi Yun’s ear and lowered his voice, "I’ll also give you another piece of news, Captain Ge from the National Security just ca by, but you’re still locked up here. Understand what that ans?"

After hearing this, Qi Yun didn’t react as Director Han expected, with panic or fear. His face remained expressionless.

He checked his watch, then calmly shook his head, "I don’t understand, if you have sothing to say, just say it."

Director Han was taken aback by Qi Yun’s nonchalance, and his face instantly turned dark as he glanced back at the surveillance to ensure the red light had indeed gone out. Then, he glared at Qi Yun, speaking word by word, "I originally thought you were a smart person, but it looks like you lack the sense of asure."

"You should know what I want. Hand over the items, and you can walk out of here peacefully and continue your role as Commissioner Qi."

"Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Qi Yun interrupted with a cold laugh, looking disdainfully at the other, "Can you sentence to death?"

Director Han couldn’t accept Qi Yun’s contemptuous attitude, and his face turned ashen instantly.

He poked Qi Yun’s chest with his finger and gritted his teeth, "Don’t be ungrateful, I may not be able to sentence you to death, but I can certainly have you spend three to five years locked away, want to bet on that?"

"What would happen to your company, your wife, and children then, I don’t need to spell it out for you, do I?"

Qi Yun staggered a bit from the poke, but still showed no signs of backing down. He shoved away Director Han’s hand and his gaze turned cold.

"You’re good, I’ll rember you."

Using family as a threat clearly touched Qi Yun’s bottom line, in his eyes, Director Han already sealed his own fate.

Director Han sneered with disdain in his tone, "Do you think you still have a chance? Do you know who’s targeting you?"

Qi Yun didn’t reply, closing his eyes and ignoring the other, a stance that effectively rejected Director Han’s offer.

Seeing this, Director Han stood up with a gloomy face and called out to the outside, "Xiao Liu!"

Soon, a young officer walked in, "Director Han, you called ?"

Director Han glanced at Qi Yun and said sternly, "Notify the first and second teams to assemble downstairs!"

....

Zhongshan Road, No. 479.

In front of a magnificent office building, Director Duan pushed open the car door and got out. He stood in front of the building, observing for a couple of seconds before stepping onto the stairs.

A few minutes later, he took the elevator to the 19th floor, where a middle-aged man, looking around thirty-five or six, greeted him in the hallway. Seeing Director Duan exit the elevator, the middle-aged man imdiately approached and extended his hand, "Director Duan, long ti no see."

Director Duan paused, seemingly surprised to find the man waiting there, but quickly regained his composure and shook the man’s hand, "Haha, it has been a while, sorry to have kept you waiting, Secretary Ji."

The middle-aged man called Secretary Ji had small, triangular eyes that nearly disappeared when he smiled.

"Director Duan, you’re joking, no waiting, no waiting, the leader is busy right now. Let take you to the lounge to sit for a bit," Secretary Ji said, gesturing with his hand.

"Alright." Director Duan nodded and followed him down the hallway.

Inside the lounge, Secretary Ji poured a cup of tea for Director Duan and whispered, "The leader’s in a bit of a mood today, scolding the people from the Developnt and Reform departnt inside."

"Oh? What happened?" Director Duan asked curiously.

"Seems like it’s an issue with a project; the people from Developnt and Reform aren’t following the rules, they’re overstepping and trying to ddle with finance matters too," Secretary Ji explained casually.

Director Duan paused, teacup in hand, looking at him with a aningful glance but said nothing.

They’re both seasoned veterans; he understood the subtext of what was said, and it was clear why Secretary Ji waited by the elevator: to convey this very ssage.

"Director Duan, please sit for a bit. I’ll go check if the leader is done and co call for you when they’re ready," Secretary Ji said politely, setting down the teapot.