Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

Cheng'an Road Police Station, Chief's Office.

Behind the desk, Director Ding Yu was looking down at a document, his brows furrowed, his expression focused.

Old Zhou stood in front of his desk, waiting quietly. He was a veteran in the institute, experienced and reliable.

"Old Zhou," Ding Yu said, his gaze fixed on the documents, his voice unhurried as if casually mentioning a trivial matter, "the Municipal Party Committee attaches great importance to this case today."

Old Zhou stood ramrod straight, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Yes."

The Municipal Party Committee? How could a fight of this magnitude alarm the Municipal Party Committee? But he didn't show it on his face, he just nodded.

Ding Yu turned a page of the document and continued, "Secretary Lu personally called Director Hong and emphasized one thing."

He paused on the surname "Lu" and added, "Even foreigners must act in accordance with the law and regulations. These are Secretary Lu's original words."

Old Zhou stood there, his mind racing.

Secretary Lu? He naturally knew who it was. Secretary Lu personally called the city bureau chief to inquire about a case?

"One of the victims in this case is named Lu Jingxiu, right?" Ding Yu continued, "I heard... he was quite emotional, after all, he was beaten for no reason and almost forcibly taken away."

When Ding Yu spoke, she emphasized the surname "Lu".

Old Zhou's heart skipped a beat.

A bold guess instantly popped into his head.

"Director Ding," Old Zhou said tentatively, his voice low, "Young Master Lu is quite agitated, is that what you mean? I understand, I'll handle it."

Ding Yu did not correct his address to the victim, but simply nodded slightly, which Old Zhou saw clearly.

As expected.

Old Zhou took a deep breath.

Lu Jingxiu is Secretary Lu's son, and this case is the number one case in the country.

Ding Yu closed the file, looked up, glanced at Lao Zhou, and said calmly, "Hmm, be mindful of your behavior."

Old Zhou understood.

Be careful to maintain a proper balance; don't leave any room for error. Take care of Young Master Lu's feelings appropriately, but don't let the process leave any room for error or cause things to escalate beyond control.

This is a tacit understanding that only people who have worked in the police force for most of their lives can achieve; the meaning is implied without needing to be explicitly stated.

"Understood." Old Zhou nodded, turned around and walked out of the director's office.

He first called over a police officer he was on good terms with, then quickly walked to the door of the reception room and pushed it open.

Lu Jingxiu was sitting in a chair chatting with Lin Yutang. The two were not far apart. Lin Yutang's tension had not completely subsided, but she was much better than before. At least her lips were no longer pale.

"Student Lu," Old Zhou stood at the door, his face very polite, "there's something else here that needs your cooperation to take a supplementary statement."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yutang's shoulders, which had just relaxed a little, tensed up again.

She glanced at Lu Jingxiu instinctively, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

Did Trish use some connections again? Could these two have called Lu Jingxiu out alone, taken him to a secluded place, and then given him a beating?

Lu Jingxiu didn't react much.

He stood up, said to Lin Yutang, "Wait here for me for a while," and then followed Lao Zhou out.

The corridor wasn't long, and Lao Zhou lagged behind Lu Jingxiu by half a step, walking along the side closest to the wall.

As they approached the interrogation room door, Old Zhou suddenly lowered his voice and said:

"Young Master Lu, the surveillance camera in the interrogation room is malfunctioning. The technicians are fixing it, and it will take about ten minutes to restore it."

Lu Jingxiu paused for a moment, then nodded knowingly.

Seeing this, Lao Zhou pushed open the door to the interrogation room.

The LED lights were on, and a person was handcuffed to an iron chair.

When Trish heard the door open, she looked up and saw who had walked in. Her expression changed from annoyance to wariness.

After the three went inside, they closed the door to the interrogation room.

"What are you going to do?" Trish asked coldly.

Old Zhou didn't say anything.

He walked up to Trish and, together with the officer, skillfully re-cuffed Trish's hands and secured his feet to the chair legs.

The handcuffs were tight, the metal biting into the flesh, leaving no room for movement.

Then the two men, one on each side, straightened Trish's upper body and fixed her firmly to the back of the chair, as if nailing a human specimen to a display board.

Trish tried to struggle, but the two men moved quickly and skillfully.

He was completely unable to move.

"What are you doing!" Trish finally realized something was wrong. "Let me go! This is illegal detention! I want to see my lawyer!"

His voice gradually took on a hint of anger and panic.

Lu Jingxiu's gaze swept around the interrogation room, finally landing on a black police baton standing in the corner.

He walked over, picked up the baton, weighed it in his hand, turned around, looked at Trish who was immobilized, and a cold smile slowly crept onto his lips.

The pain from the punch Trish gave him in the stomach in the coffee shop was still there.

There was a dull ache somewhere below my abs, as if something was pressing against me.

Lu Jingxiu was never one to hold grudges; he was just quick to seek revenge.

Old Zhou stood to the side, adding expressionlessly, "Stomach and back, don't hit the face, don't hit the bones, don't cause external injuries."

Lu Jingxiu nodded and walked up to Trish.

"Bastards! Let me go! What do you want to do?!" Upon hearing this and seeing Lu Jingxiu's appearance, Trish struggled angrily, her voice filled with rage and panic.

I've never encountered anything like this before, from childhood to adulthood.

"I swear! I'll make you pay! You'll all... ugh..."

Old Zhou casually stuffed a pair of white gloves into his mouth from his pocket, then covered his mouth tightly with his hand.

Trish raised her head, her face flushed with anger, and stared intently at Lu Jingxiu, her gray-blue eyes burning with fury and humiliation.

His body struggled violently, his hands and feet were tightly handcuffed to the chair, which made a loud banging sound as it was fixed to the ground.

Seeing this, Lu Jingxiu walked over, raised the police baton in his hand, and swung it hard down on Trish's abdomen!

"Well--"

Trish's voice was blasted out.

He instinctively tried to curl up, but Old Zhou and the police officer held his shoulders firmly on either side, making it impossible for him to move.

His two long legs were handcuffed to the chair legs, and his knees could only twitch helplessly twice.

His handsome face flushed red, and the veins on his forehead bulged out.

Lu Jingxiu did not stop.

He struck the same spot hard with the stick again, then on the back.

His body, which had been straightened by the two policemen, was now completely exposed. Lu Jingxiu swung his stick and struck him on the back, between his shoulder blades.

The muffled sound echoed in the small interrogation room.

Trish bit the glove in his mouth, drool dripping from his mouth, his eyes bloodshot with anger.

"I'll teach you to kidnap someone! I'll teach you to get me arrested! I'll teach you to hit me! I'll teach you to be arrogant! I'll teach you to be domineering! I'll teach you to treat others like slaves!"

With each word Lu Jingxiu uttered, he swung the stick hard.

Three or four minutes later, he felt his arm getting a little sore and put the baton back on.