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She was also doing it for Lu Zhao's own good. Lu Zhao already had a criminal record for assaulting prisoners. If he accidentally hurt someone again this time, even if the reason was justified, Minister Tian would probably have a hard time handling it.

"Okay, you guys can go out now."

She nodded, the heat from the fire within her fists rising rapidly. Once the two people in the room had left, she flicked her wrist and raised her chin at Fu Qingtao: "Want to leave? Beat me, and I'll let you go."

Chapter Sixty-Six: Nothing a hot pot meal can't solve.

A series of crackling sounds rang out in the interrogation room, mixed with some sounds like burnt meat being roasted.

Messiah covered her face, peering through her fingers at the scene of sparks flying inside, and involuntarily moved closer to Song Lingge. "Captain, if this keeps going, won't someone get killed?"

"Didn't you notice?" Song Lingge observed Lu Zhao's movements thoughtfully. "The captain's moves are much softer than before, and the continuity is not strong. She's hitting some insignificant parts. She must be taking care of Fu Qingtao, which is why she didn't go all out."

If Lu Zhao in the interrogation room heard these words, he would definitely thank her for trying so hard to make up for her unfamiliar fighting style.

However, even though she was not very skilled, the body's fighting instincts were still there. In addition, her opponent was indeed a novice in combat. So, unsurprisingly, the battle ended in a one-sided situation in less than ten minutes.

Seeing Fu Qingtao lying on the ground, panting and unable to get up, Lu Zhao sighed, pulled him up and put him in a chair, looking at the man with a complicated expression.

"You lost. According to our previous agreement, I cannot let you out."

After saying that, she turned around, opened the door, and walked out of the interrogation room. As soon as she looked up, she met the faces of the three people outside. After a moment of silence, she stiffly looked away and said, "Take him away."

"Ah...yes!"

The seemingly insignificant young woman from the monitoring department quickly ran inside, re-handcuffed the man, pulled Fu Qingtao out, nodded to them, and prepared to leave with him.

"My daughter is dying!" Fu Qingtao shouted at Lu Zhao, his eyes red, as he was being shoved away. "You killed her! It was you!"

Lu Zhao frowned almost imperceptibly. Before she could speak, she saw Song Lingge suddenly walk over and block the two of them. While Fu Qingtao was still spouting nonsense, Song Lingge slapped him across the face.

A crisp "slap" rang out, and Fu Qingtao, incredulous, covered his face, where a red handprint was gradually appearing. His previous imposing manner suddenly diminished, and he stammered, "Why...why did you hit me..."

"I'll hit you whenever I want, do I need a reason?" Song Lingge flicked her wrist with a deep expression, staring at the finger marks on his face, and suddenly sneered, "I respected you before because you had some sense of responsibility, but now... forget it."

She didn't bother to look at Fu Qingtao's expression, and simply winked at the young woman in the monitoring department behind him. The woman understood immediately and quickly pushed him into the elevator.

Only when she saw the numbers on the elevator screen start changing did Messiah cautiously peek out, "Sister Song... you just slapped someone, such an obvious slap..."

"So be it," Song Lingge smiled indifferently, winking at Lu Zhao. "Do you really think I need that little bit of bonus?"

“But I lack…” Messiah muttered softly.

Don't say such jarring things when you're showing camaraderie with your teammates!

Lu Zhao patted the back of her hand lightly, then suddenly laughed again, "Then I'll treat you to dinner tonight to make up for your deficit this time, okay?"

"Great! Long live the captain!"

Watching helplessly as the grown-up child wiggled and twisted happily around him, Lu Zhao couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then he looked at Song Lingge not far away, and after thinking it over, he walked over and affectionately put his arm around her shoulder.

Thanks.

"So you have to treat me to dinner tonight."

She curled her lips into a smile, wondering if the three of them would get kicked out by the young lady if they silently had a party by Xia Zhifei's bedside.

It definitely will, don't even think about it.

Automatically filtering out that idea, Lu Zhao opened her phone, found a few highly rated restaurants on the map, and sent the links to their group without thinking.

A moment later, a question mark popped up, and the nickname displayed was Chi Ying.

Good grief, it's been sent to the General Affairs Bureau's group chat!

Lu Zhao felt a chill run down her spine and immediately chose to retract the message. Fortunately, everyone had already left work at this time, so only Chi Ying should have seen the message she had mistakenly sent.

She resent the link to the group for them to choose from, and then opened the main group again, only to find that the little question mark was still lying alone in the chat box, not deleted along with her previous message.

I felt inexplicably uneasy.

Lu Zhao didn't know what was wrong with him. After staring at that nickname for a long time, he suddenly had an urge to invite Chi Ying over for dinner as well.

I just visited Grandma Chi today; Chi Ying probably isn't in a good mood...

"Captain, this hot pot restaurant looks pretty good. It's cheap and delicious, and it only takes forty minutes by bus!"

The Messiah's voice sounded from behind her. She quickly closed the window, turned around and smiled, "Okay, I can eat anything."

"I'll call now and see if there are any seats left!" Messiah quickly dialed the number.

Song Lingge also reminded him, "Captain, let's go down first."

“Hmm…right,” Lu Zhao remembered something and quickly asked, “I remember that the procedures for submitting prisoners require the signatures of both the head of the monitoring department and the head of the operations department to be completed, right?”

“Yes.” Song Lingge nodded, puzzled, then glanced at her watch. “Minister Chi and Minister Tian should be in the General Planning Office by now.”

So, there's no one in Chi Ying's office right now?

Lu Zhao had been worried about the fact that she had taken Chi Ying's work ID and hadn't returned it, fearing that the other party would find out one day that she had taken it. This was a perfect opportunity, so why not take advantage of it?

In a moment of quick thinking, she pretended to be unwell and bent down to clutch her stomach, saying, "Ouch, my stomach seems to hurt a little. Why don't you go down first? I'll go to the toilet here and come back down to find you!"

"Are you alright?" Song Lingge stepped forward worriedly. "Should we go check on the logistics department?"

She quickly backed away, calling out as she did so, "It's okay, it's okay! I just need to use the restroom! You guys go down and wait for me!"

With that, he turned around and ran towards the toilet on the third floor.

“…Captain,” Song Lingge sighed helplessly as she watched her hurried departure, “Did I ever remind you that your acting skills are really quite poor?”

Everyone knows that Captain Lu and Minister Chi's relationship seems to have improved recently. The gossip groups are spreading all sorts of rumors, saying that Captain Lu went to the office early this morning to wait for someone, and that the two of them spent the whole afternoon alone in the lounge.

If you want to see Minister Chi, just say so now. Can she stop you?

Chapter Sixty-Seven Out of Control

The Lingju Authority's closing time is quite humane, taking into account employees' commuting time. So by 6:30, most people have already left, with only a few still working overtime.

However, upon seeing Lu Zhao approach, these people all raised their heads in unison, staring at her as if she were some rare animal.

Again.

Lu Zhao wasn't exactly used to being stared at, but he had at least some experience dealing with it. He barely ignored them and headed towards Chi Ying's office. Just as he was about to reach the door, he was stopped by a young girl wearing glasses.

Upon closer inspection, she realized it was the girl who had been with the second team during the day. She immediately smiled and said, "I need to speak with Minister Chi."

"The minister isn't here," the girl explained nervously.

"Can't I go in and wait for her?" Lu Zhao raised an eyebrow and asked as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The girl fell silent. Although it was true that her minister and Captain Lu did not get along, Chi Ying had not made any explicit rule that Lu Zhao could not enter her office.

"Have you finished writing the report for the day?" Lu Zhao asked again.

This touched a nerve, and the young woman quickly stepped aside, saying, "Captain Lu, you're busy, I'm going to write my report!"

They're so easily scared; it seems Chi Ying is quite strict with them usually.

Lu Zhao couldn't help but chuckle as he opened the door. After entering, he glanced outside and, seeing that the group showed no signs of following, quickly closed the door.

Great. Next, just hide the work ID in a place that isn't too easy to find, but you can find it if you look carefully. That way, Chi Ying will think that she just misplaced it, which is why she can't find it right away.

Thinking this, Lu Zhao couldn't help but give himself a thumbs up for his cleverness. He immediately stepped forward and opened the drawer, intending to slip it into one of the documents inside, but his eyes were involuntarily drawn to the words on one of the documents.

This is...

Without thinking, she picked up the document, casually put her work ID in the drawer, and began to flip through it.

……

"Ugh! It's been twenty minutes, why hasn't the captain come down yet!" Messiah was getting impatient waiting in the first-floor reception room, fiddling with his phone for ages. "He's not answering his phone, did he drop it in the bathroom?"

Song Lingge reached out and tapped her on the head: "What nonsense are you talking about? Maybe something happened that delayed you along the way."

What could possibly delay it?

There are no urgent tasks at the moment, and it's time to leave work. Other employees wouldn't be dragging Lu Zhao to rush to do anything, so they shouldn't be ignoring his calls.

For some reason, a strange sense of foreboding had been hanging over Song Lingge's heart since just now.

This feeling was familiar; she had experienced it when she was in junior high school, on the eve of her parents' divorce.

"Sister Song, please sit here for a moment, I'll go upstairs to find her." Messiah stood up impatiently. "If the captain's phone is dead and he doesn't have any tissues with him, then he'll really be in deep trouble."

This silly kid actually thought the captain was going to the toilet.

Song Lingge was speechless for a moment. She wanted to let her go up to look for the person, but the lingering gloom in her heart prompted her to stand up as well: "I'm afraid you won't be able to find the person. I'll go with you."

While she was still inexplicably worried, Messiah grumbled in dissatisfaction, "You're treating me like a child again. The toilet is only so big, how could I not find someone?"

This child...

Sighing silently to herself, Song Lingge had no mood to explain to her. She pulled the other person and prepared to get on the elevator faster than usual. But as soon as the elevator came down, the two of them bumped into Lu Zhao, who looked rather unpleasant.

"Captain, you're finally down!" Messiah cheered, rushing forward to hug her arm and acting all cute. "I thought you were going to skip out on the bill!"

Normally, Lu Zhao might have joked with her, but at this moment, she had no desire to laugh at all.

“Messiah,” she turned to look at the teammate she had always treated like a junior apprentice, her voice icy cold, “I want to ask you something.”

Even the slow-witted Messiah sensed something was wrong from the oppressive aura emanating from her. He nervously released her hand and stood there like a child who had made a mistake. "Captain?"

Where is Duan Yue?

Lu Zhao didn't want to beat around the bush with her, so he went straight to the point.

Messiah's face turned pale, and he froze. "Xiaoyue, isn't Xiaoyue in the hospital? I asked the caregiver to take care of her."

Song Lingge, who was not aware of the truth of the matter, sensed something amiss from the tone of their conversation. She stepped forward, grabbed Lu Zhao's arm, and gently comforted him, "Captain, calm down. We can discuss whatever happens."

"Discuss?" Lu Zhao's anger flared instantly, and his voice became much louder than before. "Then ask her if she discussed handing Xiaoyue over to the Spirit Management Bureau with me!"

"Captain, I didn't mean to!" Messiah rushed forward to explain, but when she met Lu Zhao's gaze, she was so frightened that she stammered and backed away.

“Speak,” Lu Zhao pushed Song Lingge away, forcibly suppressing his anger, and stared at her without moving. “I’m giving you a chance now. Tell me everything from beginning to end, in its entirety! Speak!”

Messiah was so frightened that she closed her eyes: "I didn't lead this. I'm just an insider. The real decision was made by Sister Xiaofei!"

Even Xia Zhifei kept it from her?

Lu Zhao stared wide-eyed in disbelief, feeling his body lose its balance. He stumbled backward several steps before regaining his footing, his voice trembling as he asked, "You're saying Xiao Fei lied to me too?"

Why did it turn out like this?