A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

The bureau chief, whose head was throbbing with pain, looked up and saw Chu Hanliang leading a young couple in, swaggering in as if nothing had happened. He instantly flew into a rage, his beard bristling and eyes wide, and roared at Chu Hanliang, "Chu Hanliang, what the hell are you doing?!"

"Investigating a case, what else could it be?" Chu Hanliang casually glanced at the lobby—the scene was indeed as he expected, lively and spectacular.

The bureau chief dragged him into his office, furious at his son's incompetence. He wanted to strangle him and gouge his eyes out, but ultimately threw him hard onto the sofa, demanding, "Is this how you investigate a case? Look at the mess you've made! How am I supposed to explain this to my superiors?!"

"Chief, you want to solve the case but don't want to take any risks. Isn't that like 'wanting to marry your wife but also having your eye on your sister-in-law'? There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world," Chu Hanliang replied carelessly.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" The bureau chief was embarrassed and almost roared out—but you could say he was just angry out of embarrassment, because... he and his sister-in-law did have a secret that was best left unsaid to outsiders.

"Chief, has there been any progress in the case?" Chu Hanliang suddenly leaned closer and said in a low voice.

With just that one casual remark, the bureau chief's raging fury vanished instantly, as if doused with a bucket of cold water. A puff of white smoke rose, and he disappeared without a trace. His anger turned to a smile, and he asked in a friendly tone, "What progress? Tell me quickly!"

"Chief, you really want to hear it?"

"Nonsense!" the bureau chief snapped irritably.

"If you want to hear it, Director, please cover for me a little longer." Chu Hanliang winked at him, then turned and left, ignoring the director who was jumping up and down anxiously behind him.

After leaving the bureau chief's office, Chu Hanliang handed the shredded cloth to a colleague for testing, then led Gu Feng into an interrogation room. Inside, a colleague from the special task force was already questioning one of the Mao family members.

However, judging from the helpless and anxious expression on my colleague's face, the progress was obviously not going smoothly.

As soon as Chu Hanliang entered, his colleague wisely stepped aside and went outside to smoke.

As for who the stranger who came in with Chu Hanliang was, he didn't even bother to ask.

Gu Feng took a closer look at the face of the person sitting inside and really wanted to say, "What a coincidence, brother, we meet again."

This person was none other than Mao Renxin, who had prevented him from entering the operating room during the day, then played the fool to deceive him and put on a big show, and was ultimately punished by Mao Renxin with a little trick and made to stand for half a day—and was also the biggest suspect in this case.

At this moment, Mao Renxin was still in a daze, as if his soul had left his body. He sat there blankly, without any reaction.

"Maorenxin!" Chu Hanliang shouted suddenly.

Instead of waking Mao Renxin, Gu Feng was startled.

Mao Renxin still looked as idiotic as ever.

Upon closer inspection, Gu Feng suddenly realized—he had acupunctured this guy and hadn't released the pressure point yet. No wonder he wasn't reacting at all.

Gu Feng quickly stepped forward and, under Chu Hanliang's strange gaze, reached out and tapped Mao Renxin several times.

After a long while, Mao Renxin's extremely ugly eyes blinked, and his lifeless pupils gradually regained their light, as if his scattered soul had returned to him.

Upon seeing Chu Hanliang sitting in front of him, Mao Renxin didn't think much of it;

But when he saw Gu Feng behind Han Liang clearly, a look of extreme fear immediately appeared on his face.

Although he was immobilized by pressure points, unable to speak or move, as if frozen in place, his consciousness never disappeared. He was fully aware of everything that happened around him.

He especially couldn't forget—in the operating room, this guy's hand only lightly touched his body twice, and he was completely paralyzed. The feeling was like being completely paralyzed, terribly conscious, yet unable to move even a single finger.

Seeing that Mao Renxin was still ignoring him, Chu Hanliang immediately became angry.

He glanced at a disposable cup full of water on the table, picked it up, and splashed it all over Mao Renxin's face.

Startled by the cold water, Mao Renxin jolted awake and finally became fully conscious.

He jumped to his feet and roared at Chu Hanliang, "What the hell do you want?!"

"Nothing. I think you're still a bit sleepy, just trying to wake you up," Chu Hanliang said casually.

Mao Renxin wanted to retaliate, but the moment he saw Gu Feng's expressionless face behind Chu Hanliang, his pupils involuntarily contracted. The feeling of paralysis was truly terrifying.

He finally dared not act rashly again, let out a cold snort, and sat back down heavily.

"Maorenxin, I have a few questions for you now. You'd better answer honestly," Chu Hanliang said coldly.

"Am I under arrest?" Mao Renxin asked with a cold laugh.

"No. This is just to assist with the investigation."

"In that case, I refuse to answer any questions in the absence of my lawyer." Mao Renxin raised his chin arrogantly, but his voice involuntarily lowered when he met Gu Feng's cold, knife-like gaze.

"Maorenxin, I advise you to cooperate. We have a lot of evidence, enough to convict you." Chu Hanliang was a veteran detective, and coercion and inducement during interrogations were commonplace for him.

"Hmph." Mao Renxin sneered again, turning his face away and adopting a disdainful expression. But both Chu Hanliang and Gu Feng clearly saw a very unnatural look flash across his face.

"Maorenxin, do you recognize this?" Chu Hanliang slammed He Qiaoqing's high heel onto the table with a "bang." The shiny ornament on the shoe rolled off the table due to the violent impact, bounced a few times, and landed right in front of Gu Feng.

Gu Feng picked it up casually, finding it quite shiny, heavy, and fun, and then put it in his pocket.

When Mao Renxin saw the shoe, the color drained from his face even more.

"You recognize me, don't you?" Chu Hanliang sneered.

Mao Renxin didn't open his mouth; instead, he pursed his lips tightly, as if afraid that if he loosened them, something deadly would be revealed.

"Do you know where we found this shoe?" Chu Hanliang asked again. He didn't mind asking and answering himself like this, because what he needed to do now was to break down Mao Renxin's psychological defenses before Mao Renxin's new lawyer arrived.

Although Mao Renxin still didn't speak, his eyes were fixed on Chu Hanliang—clearly, he also desperately wanted to know the answer.

"It's right there on the balcony above your swimming pool, in that narrow crevice outside," Chu Hanliang said, emphasizing each word.

Mao Renxin's face turned even paler in an instant.

"Can you tell me why He Qiaoqing's shoe ended up in the crevice outside your balcony?" Chu Hanliang shouted sternly.

Mao Renxin's lips moved slightly, whether out of fear or a desire to speak, it was unclear.

But in the end, he still couldn't utter a single word.

But one thing was already crystal clear—Chu Hanliang's tactics were starting to work, and Mao Renxin was beginning to feel fear from the bottom of his heart.

"Maorenxin, you can continue to remain silent. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance. If you confess now, we can still ask the judge for a reduced sentence on your behalf. If you continue to resist and deliberately make things more difficult for us, especially by keeping me up day and night because of this mess of yours—I assure you, I will make sure you suffer the most." Chu Hanliang gritted his teeth, squeezing out each word.

This violent detective was indeed brutally ruthless and cunning. An ordinary person would have been terrified. But was Mao Renxin an ordinary person? Obviously not. Even so, he was still drenched in a cold sweat.

However, a disciple can never truly compare to his master.

The idea that the student surpasses the teacher is something that usually only happens in martial arts novels.

Right now, Chu Hanliang's methods are simply no match for his master, Gu Feng.