Anti-gang campaign: Female bureau chief

Jiang Ruolan said, "Zhao Biao, what do you think Shen Wangshan will do to you after he gets you out of here? Will he throw you a welcome-back party, or will he let you continue to be the boss of your demolition company?"

You know Shen Wangshan better than I do—if he tells you to turn yourself in, you dare not disobey; if he tells you to stay inside, you have to stay obediently.

The day he finds you in his way, you can become a corpse that 'committed suicide while on the run.'

Zhao Biao's lips moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

"I'll tell you something you don't know," Jiang Ruolan said, leaning forward slightly and lowering her voice.

"After you came in, Shen Wangshan had someone hit Chen Desheng's daughter, trying to force Chen Desheng to sign a letter of forgiveness. This attempt failed."

Then he arranged for Qian Deming to format the traffic police team's hard drive, which exposed the whole thing. Do you know what that means? It means Shen Wangshan is panicking.

Why was he in such a hurry? Because you're inside, you know too much, and he's afraid you won't be able to handle it and will reveal it.

Zhao Biao's eyes began to flicker. He wasn't stupid; he had been by Shen Wangshan's side for nearly twenty years and knew Shen Wangshan's style of doing things all too well.

Every word Jiang Ruolan said struck at the deepest fear in his heart—he wasn't unaware that Shen Wangshan might indeed sacrifice a pawn to save the king.

"You want me to betray Brother Shan?" Zhao Biao sneered, but the confidence in his laughter had vanished.

"Director Jiang, you underestimate me, Zhao Biao. I've been following Brother Shan since I was fifteen; he gave me my life. You want me to bite him? Even if I, Zhao Biao, am a scoundrel, I still know what loyalty is."

"Loyalty?" Jiang Ruolan seemed to have heard something ridiculous, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"You're talking to me about loyalty? Zhao Biao, do you know that last year, Chen Yonggui, the owner of a sand and gravel plant in Shiqiao County, was doused with sulfuric acid and suffered burns to 35 percent of his body?"

The person who did this was one of your men. Chen Yonggui is still in the ICU at the Provincial People's Hospital; his face is completely disfigured. You're talking to me about loyalty, but who will compensate for Chen Yonggui's disfigurement?

Zhao Biao lowered his head and remained silent.

"And that truck driver Li Changhe, because he refused to register his truck with Fengmao Logistics, had both his legs broken by your people in the Fengmao Logistics Park."

He needs crutches to walk now and will never be able to drive again. You're talking to me about loyalty, but who's going to compensate for his leg injury?

Jiang Ruolan's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a whip dipped in salt water, lashing at Zhao Biao's heart.

His face, which was hanging down, twitched slightly.

"And Zhang Dayou, He Yongfu, Sun Jianguo..."

She read out the names of the victims one by one, and with each name she mentioned, Zhao Biao's head drooped even lower.

He had been in the underworld for twenty years, and he had lost count of the blood on his hands, but when those names were read out one by one, he still felt a stinging pain as if he were being skinned alive.

"Enough!" Zhao Biao suddenly raised his head, his eyes reddening.

"Have you fucking said enough? Even if I did these things, do you have any evidence? If you have evidence, then arrest me! If you don't, you're just framing me!"

"I have evidence," Jiang Ruolan said calmly, looking at him.

"But I don't want to use this evidence to arrest you right now. I want to give you a way out—tell me everything you know about Shen Wangshan, and I can treat you leniently. Not only legally, but I can also guarantee the safety of your family."

Zhao Biao paused for a moment, then, as if he had thought of something, his expression suddenly turned ferocious:

Are you threatening me?

"It's not a threat, it's a reminder," Jiang Ruolan said.

"If Shen Wangshan can lay a hand on a fourteen-year-old girl, what else do you think he wouldn't do?"

If you tell them everything you need to say inside, and your wife, children, and elderly mother are still living in Yi'an, do you think Shen Wangshan will let them go?

Zhao Biao seemed to have been punched, his entire body stiffening in the chair. His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Jiang Ruolan stood up and looked down at him:

"I'm not forcing you to make a decision now. I'm giving you twenty-four hours to think it through. But remember one thing—no one in this world can protect you forever. Not even Shen Wangshan."

She turned and walked out of the interrogation room, Lu Zheng following behind. Once outside, Lu Zheng lowered his voice and asked:

"Director Jiang, do you think he'll hire him?"

"Not necessarily," Jiang Ruolan said.

"This kind of person is tougher than you think; twenty years of ingrained thought patterns can't be broken with just a few words. But his reaction just now told me one thing—he was afraid. As long as he's afraid, there's hope."

"So what do we do now?"

"Transcribe the interrogation recording, highlighting his body language when he heard 'Chen Kexin' and 'Chen Yonggui.' Then—" She paused,

"Arrange for someone to leak information about today's interrogation. Don't say directly that Zhao Biao is going to confess; just say that Zhao Biao's emotions fluctuated significantly during the interrogation, and he showed obvious hesitation and wavering. This message needs to reach Shen Wangshan's people."

Lu Zheng was stunned:

"You're... causing Shen Wangshan's side to lose its composure?"

"Yes." A barely perceptible cold smile flashed across Jiang Ruolan's lips.

"What Shen Wangshan fears most is Zhao Biao talking. If he hears that Zhao Biao wavered during the interrogation, what will he do? He'll either try to appease Zhao Biao or try to silence him. No matter which he chooses, he'll leave a flaw."

11:00 AM, Golden Coast Clubhouse.

Shen Wangshan slammed the teacup to the ground, scattering shards of porcelain everywhere. Zhou Wenxuan stood before him, his expression grave.

"Wave?" Shen Wangshan's voice was low and dangerous.

"Zhao Biao has been with me for almost twenty years. What kind of situation hasn't he seen? He was swayed after being interrogated by a woman in her early thirties?"

"That's what the news coming from the detention center says," Zhou Wenxuan carefully chose his words.

Jiang Ruolan mentioned Chen Kexin's matter and several old cases. It is said that Zhao Biao's expression was very strange when he came out.

Moreover, Jiang Ruolan left him a message before she left: "If Shen Wangshan can lay a hand on a fourteen-year-old girl, he can lay a hand on your family."

Shen Wangshan's fists slowly clenched. He walked to the window, turned his back to Zhou Wenxuan, and remained silent for a long time.

When he spoke again, his voice had returned to calm, but that calm was more terrifying than rage.

"Zhao Biao knows far too much," he said.

"Chen Yonggui from Shiqiao, Li Changhe's leg, and the demolition of that piece of land in the east of the city the year before last... each of these is enough to sentence him to ten or eight years."

If he really can't hold out and speaks up, then it won't just be his problem anymore. His men will be implicated one by one, then the lower-level leaders, then Ren Pengfei, and finally me.

Zhou Wenxuan hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice:

"Brother Shan, what do you mean...?"

"What I mean is, we can't let him speak." Shen Wangshan turned around, his gaze icy as he looked at Zhou Wenxuan.

"Didn't he say that Zhao Biao's emotions 'fluctuated' during the interrogation? Then let's make sure his emotions don't fluctuate anymore."

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