Reaching the Pinnacle: Starting from Joining the Discipline Inspection Commission

Upon hearing Gao Yang's words, Wang Feng looked puzzled.

"You mean he's rather cunning?"

Gao Yang nodded, but then added, "Cunning is only one aspect. His real strength lies in his ability to assess situations and act accordingly, no matter what happens in the outside world."

"For example..."

Wang Feng spoke up, saying that there was very little information about Mu Qingming in the database, and that it would be very important for him to get some information from Gao Yang.

"Take a case from two years ago as an example..."

As Gao Yang slowly spoke, Wang Feng realized that Mu Qingming was not as simple as he seemed on the surface, and that the Xiang Qianlong incident might really be related to him.

at the same time.

A self-built house in the eastern suburbs.

Xiang Qianlong looked at Mu Qingming in front of him with a resentful expression.

"When can I go out?"

Xiang Qianlong has been here for a full eighteen hours, and he has been feeling extremely uncomfortable during these past eighteen hours.

There was nothing here, not even the most basic internet, which made him, who was used to it, feel very uncomfortable.

"What's your hurry?"

After throwing down a bag of snacks, Mu Qingming sat on the sofa and stared at Xiang Qianlong.

"There are police looking for you everywhere outside. Do you believe that you'll be caught the moment you step outside?"

Xiang Qianlong heard this and snorted coldly.

"That's still better than waiting to die here, isn't it?"

"Bullshit, I'm saving you!"

Mu Qingming said in a low voice.

"Help me?"

Xiang Qianlong was completely unafraid of Mu Qingming and said disdainfully, "Mu Qingming, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Let me tell you, you'll never be able to repay what you owe me in this lifetime."

"Are you trying to save me? Are you doing this because you're afraid I'll betray you?"

"I imagine you didn't have a gun yesterday. If you had, I bet you would have shot me, right?"

Mu Qingming's pupils contracted sharply.

He stared at Xiang Qianlong, his eyes turning gloomy for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

"Mu Qingming, you'd better not get any funny ideas, or I can't guarantee that people won't find out that you killed someone in a car accident."

Upon hearing Xiang Qianlong's threat, Mu Qingming's expression changed again, and a strong killing intent flashed deep in his eyes.

Two years ago, he was nominated as the director of the municipal public security bureau for cracking a smuggling case. In his excitement, he drank a little too much and accidentally hit and killed a person on his way home.

This scene was witnessed by Xiang Qianlong.

He thought he was doomed, but unexpectedly, Xiang Qianlong took the initiative to approach him and proposed to cooperate with him.

Mu Qingming was initially unwilling, but after seeing that the other party had filmed the process of him hitting the person, he immediately gave in.

"Xiang Qianlong, can you tell me who you really are?"

Watching Xiang Qianlong turn and go into the house, Mu Qingming couldn't help but ask curiously.

He sometimes admired Xiang Qianlong; he had been a playboy for over twenty years, but it turned out that it was all an act.

Such a person is definitely not an ordinary person.

What surprised him even more was that Xiang Qianlong was not Xiang Yuanwu's son, which made him even more curious about Xiang Qianlong's identity.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. Three days at most. I'm leaving after three days..."

The door slammed shut.

Mu Qingming watched this scene with his brows furrowed tightly, and a sharp killing intent flashed in his eyes from time to time.

It's hard to believe that a city police chief like him could be threatened.

Xiang Qianlong will be a threat to him sooner or later, and he must find a way to eliminate this threat completely.

Time flew by and it was evening.

Wang Feng, who had just finished changing his dressing, was about to go for a walk when Gao Yang hurriedly walked in.

"Xiang Qianlong is dead!"

"Dead?"

Wang Feng frowned, and Gao Yang explained, "This afternoon, someone received a report that a self-built house in the eastern suburbs was on fire. By the time the firefighters arrived, the house had been completely burned down."

During the cleanup of the scene, a charred corpse was discovered. After comparison with various sources, it was confirmed to be Xiang Qianlong.

After listening, Wang Feng felt that something was amiss.

The city's police searched for him for a whole day and night but couldn't find him. In the end, he was burned to death.

This is just too much of a coincidence.

Moreover, he and Gao Yang had deduced that Xiang Qianlong's hiding place might be related to Mu Qingming that afternoon, and then he died that night.

Is he overthinking things, or is there something else going on?

Where was Mu Qingming at the time of the incident?

Gao Yang shook his head.

"Director Mu hasn't left since he started work this afternoon, and he was also very shocked when he learned of this news."

Where is the person who reported the crime?

"Wang Feng, I know what you want to say, but based on the current situation, we may have made the wrong deduction. There may be someone else behind Xiang Qianlong."

"Having no hope of the other party discovering the truth, they simply killed him to silence him and end it all."

Gao Yang spoke.

Wang Feng remained silent, feeling that Xiang Qianlong's death was somewhat abrupt and too sudden.

"Alright, stop overthinking it. Maybe things aren't that complicated at all; it's just that we're making them complicated."

Gao Yang spoke.

When Wang Feng heard Gao Yang's words, he kept repeating "complex" and "simple," when suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something.

"No, Xiang Qianlong might have faked his death!"

Gao Yang was startled when he heard this.

"Wang Feng, are you out of your mind? A perfectly healthy, living person, and all the evidence points to him being Xiang Qianlong, how could he possibly fake his death?"

"Even if it was a faked death, tell me, what was his purpose in doing so? To escape?"

"Yes, it's faking death to escape!"

Seeing Gao Yang's incredulous expression, Wang Feng patiently explained, "Let me ask you, if you were Xiang Qianlong now, what would you most want to do?"

"They'll definitely escape!"

"How do we escape?"

"With technology so advanced these days, there are cameras and hidden surveillance devices everywhere. How could a grown man possibly escape?"

Wang Feng continued speaking.

"This afternoon, you told me that Xiang Qianlong might have something on Mu Qingming. If Xiang Qianlong uses this to ask Mu Qingming to help him escape, what do you think he will do?"

Gao Yang stared blankly at Wang Feng.

"Wang Feng, this is just a hypothesis. You can't treat a hypothesis as if it were something that actually happened, or a lot of problems would arise."

"I'm just making an assumption, assuming that Mu Qingming is the person behind Xiang Qianlong, assuming that Xiang Qianlong is threatening Mu Qingming, assuming that Mu Qingming is using his power to create a fake death and escape for Xiang Qianlong."

Wang Feng's words completely stunned Gao Yang.

"Even if your assumptions are true, even if Mu Qingming really wants to send Xiang Qianlong out, have you considered that, given his status, sending someone out would be very easy for him, understand?"

"But then he would have no alibi."

Wang Feng's words startled Gao Yang once again.

"Alibi?"

"Yes, Mu Qingming knew he couldn't get involved with Xiang Qianlong, but because of the evidence against him, he had no choice but to accept Xiang Qianlong's threats."

"Wang Feng, I have more experience than you in handling cases. What you're saying makes no sense. You're underestimating the power of a municipal public security bureau chief."

"Let me put it this way: if Mu Qingming is determined to send Xiang Qianlong out, he has a million ways to get out, so why bother with this faked death?"

"What if his purpose wasn't to send Qianlong out?"

Wang Feng changed the subject, and Gao Yang was stunned again.

"What do you mean?"

"The point of all this is that Xiang Qianlong may not be dead; he just wants to be reborn through this method."

Gao Yang was startled; this…

"Now everyone knows that Xiang Qianlong has perished in the fire, but I have another bold hypothesis: Xiang Qianlong will appear in front of the public under another identity."

Wang Feng thought of the fallen underground tyrant of the neighboring Green Vine City.

His son was caught murdering someone, so he spent a fortune bribing a large number of officials to stage a fake death.

Afterwards, his son changed his appearance and reappeared in Green Vine, but was eventually noticed by a police officer surnamed Li and arrested.

The police officer surnamed Li happened to be his friend. After hearing about this, it took him a while to process it. The actions of that local tyrant were truly eye-opening.

"That's impossible!"

Gao Yang rejected Wang Feng's hypothesis without hesitation; it was simply too absurd.

If it's true, he knows better than anyone what that means.

"Shall we take a gamble?"

Wang Feng looked at Gao Yang, who looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

"Go to the scene and see for yourself. If my assumption is correct, the whole truth will be revealed in the middle of the night."

"Wang Feng, you've gone mad!"

Gao Yang couldn't understand Wang Feng's actions. Everything was already set in stone, so why was he unwilling to accept it?

"I give up!"

Seeing Gao Yang agree, Wang Feng's eyes flashed. If his assumption was true, then the latter half of the night would be the best time for Xiang Qianlong to be resurrected.

Time flies.

Not far from the self-built house in the eastern suburbs, Wang Feng and Gao Yang squatted behind a mound of earth, their eyes fixed on the charred self-built house by the moonlight.

"Wang Feng, I really believed your nonsense, staying up all night to suffer with you."

Gao Yang couldn't help but complain.

Wang Feng chuckled, already used to Gao Yang's constant吐槽 (tu cao, a form of online commentary/roasting).

"I'm telling you, if there's still no movement in half an hour, it doesn't matter whether you go back or not, I'm going back."

Wang Feng nodded without saying a word.

They've been here for almost three hours, and nothing has happened in those three hours.

This made Wang Feng wonder if he was overthinking things, and perhaps Xiang Qianlong really was dead.

But he also felt that his assumption was probably correct.

But why haven't they made a move even though it's almost dawn?

"Okay, I'll do as you say. If there's still no movement in half an hour, we'll go back."

Gao Yang gave Wang Feng a speechless look, and Wang Feng returned the look with a smile.

Time flew by, and another half hour passed.

Wang Feng stared at the self-built house, feeling as if he had missed something. Seeing Gao Yang turn and leave, he thought for a moment and prepared to get up and leave as well.

suddenly…

A beam of light shone sharply from not far away, and a car stopped outside the self-built house.

A person got out of the car, but because he was far away, Wang Feng couldn't see his face clearly.

"Gao Yang, who does he look like?"

Gao Yang was completely stunned at this moment.

He looked at Wang Feng with suspicion, his heart filled with turbulent emotions.

"picture…"

Gao Yang stared at the figure for a long time before slowly uttering three words.

"Mu Qingming!"

Wang Feng heard this, but didn't say anything, instead gesturing for them to continue watching.

Seeing Mu Qingming looking around, he hurriedly pulled Gao Yang to lower his head, but when they looked up again, Mu Qingming had already disappeared.

Where are they?

The two exchanged a glance, then spoke simultaneously: "The basement!"

Soon, the two men crouched down and approached the self-built house, proceeding cautiously and without making a sound.

After searching for a long time, they still couldn't find the entrance to the basement, which made Wang Feng a little anxious.

If it's just a silhouette or a video, there's absolutely no way to deal with Mu Qingming.

What he needs is more conclusive evidence, irrefutable proof.

"What should we do?"

Gao Yang looked at Wang Feng and spoke in a low voice, while he hesitated whether to call for outside help.

If this were discovered, it would be a matter of life and death. Given their current state, they might not be a match for Mu Qingming and Xiang Qianlong.

suddenly…

boom!

Wang Feng threw a charred piece of wood forward, and the sound of it hitting the ground startled Gao Yang.

"Are you crazy?"

"This is called testing the waters!"

After saying that, Wang Feng pulled Gao Yang and hid behind the two wheels of the car.

Not long after, a creaking sound came from the center of the self-built house, followed by the lifting of a wooden door from the inside.

Wang Feng and Gao Yang both held their breath, not daring to make any noise.

"Qianlong, this is your new ID card. Starting tomorrow, you can begin your new life."

Mu Qingming's voice came through.

"Director Mu, you really have a way with things. But it's also fortunate that I discovered this basement, otherwise I would have really thought you were going to burn me to death."

When Xiang Qianlong's voice came, Wang Feng and Gao Yang were stunned.

Xiang Qianlong's words contained a tremendous amount of information.

"Qianlong, what nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly think that way..."

Mu Qingming's expression was somewhat unnatural.

He did indeed want to burn Xiang Qianlong to death to end it all, which is why he deliberately threw the unextinguished cigarette butt on the dry haystack when he left in the afternoon.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Qianlong hid in the basement, which made Mu Qingming, who had already breathed a sigh of relief, tense up again.

Anticipating that the other party would not let the matter rest, Mu Qingming had a new ID card made overnight, hoping to appease Xiang Qianlong in this way.

"Heh, you better not have one, or I'll have someone post the video of you killing someone online..."

When Xiang Qianlong spoke, Mu Qingming felt a surge of hatred, yet there was nothing he could do.

"By the way, is Wang Feng dead? Where is Yan Xiaoqian now?"

Xiang Qianlong glanced at the new ID card, then looked up at Mu Qingming.

"What do you want to do?"

Mu Qingming stared at Xiang Qianlong and continued, "Don't even think about Yan Xiaoqian. She has a powerful background. If something happens to her, no one can protect you."

He was careful and did not tell the other party that Yan Xiaoqian was the daughter of Yan Xiaofeng, the secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission.

"Wang Feng is fine, he should be discharged from the hospital in a couple of days."

Mu Qingming's tone carried a hint of displeasure.

"What? You're blaming me for not killing Wang Feng with that stab? Director Mu, you don't really think I'm stupid, do you? I can tell the difference between injuring someone and killing someone."

"I haven't even settled accounts with you for taking advantage of me, and you're already blaming me? Director Mu, you have some nerve!"

Xiang Qianlong became more and more agitated as he spoke, even repeatedly slapping Mu Qingming's face with his ID card.

When had Mu Qingming ever suffered such humiliation? He stared at Xiang Qianlong, his eyes dark and filled with murderous intent.

"Xiang Qianlong, what will it take for you to let me go?"

"Let you go?"

Xiang Qianlong scoffed and sneered, "Unless I'm dead, you'll have no choice but to obey me for the rest of your life. Who told you to kill someone back then..."

Listening to their conversation, Wang Feng had already roughly guessed the ins and outs of the matter.

"Then go die!"

boom!

The gunshot froze Wang Feng in place; the rupture of his eardrums struck him like a thunderbolt!