I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

The moment the voice outside the door finished speaking, Lan Xiang's face changed instantly, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head, and all his composure vanished in an instant.

He suddenly turned his head, his eyes fixed on Zhou Weiguo like poisoned nails, his pupils slightly contracted in shock, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

In contrast, Zhou Weiguo sat upright in his chair, a half-smile playing on his lips, his eyes full of mockery, as if watching an absurd farce.

He spoke slowly, his tone flippant and tinged with mockery: "Director Lan, what's wrong? Why are you so angry? Staring straight at me, do I have flowers growing on my face?"

Lan Xiang's face changed repeatedly between blue, white, and black, the veins on his forehead throbbed, and his hands were clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

He held his breath for a full half minute before taking a deep breath as if using all his strength. His chest heaved violently, and he asked in a tight voice, "Chief Engineer Zhou, isn't this a bit too much? Mobilizing your factory's security department and the army to surround the Municipal Bureau, aren't you afraid of being held accountable by the higher-ups and getting yourself implicated?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Weiguo looked at Lanxiang as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. His eyes turned cold instantly, and he looked at Lanxiang with disdain, as if he were looking at a fool.

He scoffed and retorted, "Hold me accountable? Director Lan, you've got it backwards. From beginning to end, I didn't provoke anything. You were the ones who dragged me into this interrogation room in front of the entire hospital. If anyone's going to be held accountable, it's not me. You should be thinking about how you're going to explain yourself."

The conversation inside the interrogation room went unnoticed by those outside, while a completely different, tense atmosphere prevailed at the city police station entrance.

Wang Jianguo led more than twenty capable security guards, all in uniform with steel guns strapped to their chests, their expressions solemn.

Old Zhang led a company of soldiers from the ZY Guard Regiment, rifles in hand, their dark green uniforms gleaming coldly in the sunlight. The densely packed figures surrounded the city bureau's gate, their imposing presence making the surrounding air seem to freeze.

Wang Jianguo was subconsciously adjusting his collar, trying to appear more dignified, when he was about to speak when Old Zhang next to him pushed him aside.

Old Zhang's face was ashen, veins bulging on his forehead, and he roared, "We're in a dire situation, and you're still putting on airs! Get Weiguo out of here first! Everyone, listen to my command, charge with me!"

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The soldiers' response was perfectly synchronized, as loud as thunder, making one's eardrums vibrate.

Without another word, Old Zhang suddenly drew his pistol from his waist, the barrel gleaming with a chilling light.

He took the lead, charging towards the city police station gate, shouting at the top of his lungs as he ran: "Listen up, everyone! We are the ZY Guard Regiment, on a top-secret mission! Everyone inside, immediately put your hands on your heads and squat down, don't move! Anyone who dares to resist will be charged with treason!"

"Whoosh..." Accompanied by a series of chaotic yet impactful footsteps, the crowd surged into the city bureau compound like a tidal wave.

The once relatively orderly municipal bureau instantly descended into chaos. Office desks and chairs were knocked over and scattered all over the floor. Screams, shouts, and the sounds of desks and chairs colliding filled the air, creating a scene of utter chaos.

The city police had never seen anything like this before. Even though they were law enforcement officers, the words "ZY Guard Regiment" felt like a mountain pressing down on them, making it hard to breathe. Someone had really messed up the situation!

Just then, a figure suddenly rushed out of the office building, his face as pale as paper, his eyes filled with panic and anger, staring intently at the crowd rushing into the courtyard. It was none other than Director Chen, who had just led the team to arrest Zhou Weiguo.

His heart skipped a beat. He vaguely guessed that this matter was probably related to Zhou Weiguo, who had been arrested. Forcing himself to remain calm, he stepped forward, his hands trembling as he drew his pistol from his waist. He brandished the gun wildly and shouted, "How dare you! You soldiers dare to surround the Municipal Public Security Bureau? Are you tired of living? I'll report this right now... and have you severely punished! You're simply blind... Bang!"

Before he could finish his harsh words, Old Zhang's men had no intention of giving him any face.

In the eyes of these soldiers, Zhou Weiguo was a key talent under the protection of the state, and anyone who dared to touch him was simply courting death.

A young soldier's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He stepped forward, his rifle swung swiftly, the butt whistling through the air, and slammed into Director Chen's face with a resounding thud. Director Chen groaned, his vision blurred, and he collapsed to the ground.

Old Zhang merely glanced coldly at the fallen Chen, his eyes devoid of any emotion, before angrily ordering, "Detain him! How dare he obstruct the ZY Guard Regiment from carrying out its mission? He's got some nerve!" Two soldiers immediately stepped forward, deftly pulled out ropes, and tied the unconscious Chen tightly.

Inside the interrogation room, Zhou Weiguo looked at Lan Xiang's panicked appearance and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

That's right, he had arranged all of this long ago.

While he was still at home, he first took Tian Zao and the others into his own space, and then immediately called the factory to explain the whole story.

He didn't expect that Lao Zhang and Lao Wang from the factory would react so quickly; in just a short while, reinforcements arrived.

At this moment, Lan Xiang's face was extremely pale, as if he had swallowed a dead fly. His eyes were fixed on Zhou Weiguo, filled with fear and disbelief.

His voice trembled noticeably as he stammered, "Who...who are you? This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! A steel rolling mill could never mobilize such a large number of military and police just because of a chief engineer! What is your identity?"

Seeing Lanxiang's hysterical and near-collapse state, Zhou Weiguo simply shrugged indifferently, his eyes filled with apathy.

At this moment, he had no interest in wasting words with the person in front of him.

Just then, a series of noisy footsteps, accompanied by shouts and rebukes, suddenly came from outside the interrogation room, growing ever closer.

Immediately afterwards, with a loud bang, the interrogation room door was kicked open from the outside, sending splinters flying.

Old Zhang stood anxiously at the door, his eyes quickly scanning the room.

When Lao Zhang's gaze fell on Zhou Weiguo and he saw him sitting comfortably in his chair, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled down, and his tense shoulders relaxed a bit.

But the next second, when he caught sight of the shiny handcuffs on Zhou Weiguo's hands, his eyes instantly turned red, like an enraged lion, and a surge of overwhelming anger welled up in his heart.

Old Zhang rushed to Lan Xiang in a few strides, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up. His eyes glared fiercely at Lan Xiang, as if he wanted to devour him, his teeth grinding as he spoke, each word distinct: "It was you who dared to handcuff Wei Guo?"