Chapter 94: Cicada Molting

  The old man pushed the door open and entered, the luxurious suite's opulence and the five people sitting in the hall were a stark contrast. Four men and one woman, all wearing olive green police uniforms, yellow shirts, blue ties, and shiny shoulder badges that reflected the light, with large "Public Security" characters embroidered on their arm badges, sat solemnly on the sofa, the atmosphere looking very tense. Liu Tianlai stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, the cigarette in his hand glowing dimly, a thin layer of smoke surrounding him. Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, the five seated people were startled at the same time, with two of them standing up, their hands instinctively reaching for their waists.

  "One of us, don't move."

  Liu Tianlai immediately stopped them and turned to face the newcomers. Wen Chen didn't linger, Liu Tianlai followed closely behind him, and they entered the inner suite directly. As the ancient bronze door with the Ou family crest slowly closed, the people on the sofa looked at each other in dismay, seeing the shock in each other's eyes. The female police officer, wearing a large hat and dressed neatly, spoke in a low voice: "Who is that person? Why did Director Liu..."

  A man in his thirties with thick eyebrows and a stern face shook his head, signaling her not to say more, saying: "Don't meddle, what we need to know, we will naturally know."

  The female police officer nodded, but her eyes still secretly glanced inside, extremely curious about the boy from earlier. Liu Tianlai was notorious in Qingzhou for being unruly and unmanageable, except for former Secretary Zuo Jing, even when seeing Zhou Yuanting he would be very careless, so when did he become so cautious?

  After a moment, Wen Qian and Liu Tianlai came out of the suite and sat down on the sofa opposite. Wen Qian smiled and said: "It's so late and you all still have to work, it's really hard for everyone. I'm sure Director Liu has already made things very clear, so I won't say much more. I just hope that everyone will not be afraid of power, uphold justice, and bring the criminals to justice."

  Any vile deed requires a noble pretext!

  The male police officer who just spoke had a serious face and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, we will definitely live up to the badge on our heads!"

  Wen Xian smiled and nodded, closing his eyes and leaning back on the sofa, no longer speaking. Several police officers either subconsciously rubbed their hands or stared blankly into space, sitting upright with an air of tension. The air in the room was as if it had solidified, making it hard to breathe.

  Bai Changjian may be insignificant in the eyes of many, but to others, he has almost boundless power. When facing such a person, even if you are on the side of justice, the uniform on your body, the national emblem on your head, and the righteous air in your heart cannot give you too much courage.

  Time seems to be flying by quickly, yet it also seems to be stuck in a certain moment, motionless. It feels like an eternity has passed, yet it also feels like just the blink of an eye. The intercom at the door suddenly rang out with a loud, high-pitched, and urgent sound!

  Wen Qian's eyes suddenly opened wide, and Liu Tianlai let out a low growl:

  "Get moving!"

  Liu Tianlai rushed out with five people, Wen Xiang picked up the red wine on the table, held it high and poured it down, the deep red liquid flowed like a waterfall, leaving a few blood-red stains on the rim of the high-footed cup.

  The door of the house next door was kicked open with one foot, and Bai Huan's loud voice could be heard intermittently:

  "What are you doing? Get out!"

  "Who's Peng? Do you know who I am? Not yet, ah yo!"

  Five minutes later, Liu Tianlai walked in with a excited face and said: "It's done! The culprit has been caught. All the evidence is ready at the scene."

  Wen Qian's hand, which was holding the cup, trembled slightly as he asked, "How is that girl?" Liu Tianlai was taken aback for a moment, not expecting Wen Qian to ask about her first instead of Bai Huan. He hastily replied, "Nothing serious, just a small amount of chloroform was inhaled, causing her to fall into a semi-comatose state, and her body was also injected with methylbenzene. She's slightly... slightly excited now, but it'll be fine once we send her to the hospital for some fluid transfusion."

  He carefully put down the high-footed cup, as he had used too much force and his finger joints were a bit cramped. He let out a long sigh, stood up and smiled: "Let's go, to catch up with Bai Gongzi."

  Bai Huan's mind was still a complete blank when Wen Qing walked into the room, unable to comprehend what had just happened. He couldn't believe that in Qingzhou, there were actually people who would dare to tie his hands behind his back and make him kneel on the ground after he revealed his identity.

  Seeing Wen Qian, Bai Huan's eyes turned red. In an instant, he understood many things and stood up abruptly, angrily saying: "Wen Qian, are you playing tricks?"

  Bai Huan's upper body was exposed, with only a pair of underwear on his lower body. His face had some bruises, clearly having suffered during the capture earlier. Wen Zhen didn't expect that among Liu Tianlai's trusted subordinates, there were those who dared to be so bold as to lay hands on the deputy mayor's son. Seeing Bai Huan's attire, his expression turned cold instantly. Liu Tianlai knew what he was worried about and whispered in his ear: "The girl's clothes hadn't been taken off yet when we arrived...".

  The female police officer rushed out of a bedroom, glared at him and shouted: "What are you yelling about? Are you asking for a beating? Squat down!"

  Bai Huan had just been punched by her, and was a bit intimidated by this policewoman. He obediently squatted down, but his eyes were still fixed on Wen Cang, the raging anger almost igniting the entire room.

  Wen Cheng looked around cautiously and asked in a low voice: "Where are the others?"

  "The division was in several rooms, Geng Chao and others were rushing to interrogate, a group of young kids, scared and confessed everything." Geng Chao is that thirty-year-old male police officer with a stern face.

  Luxurious suites are just convenient in this way, with many rooms!

  A gentle nod, finally focusing his attention on Bai Huan, walked up to him, squatted down and smiled: "Bai Gongzi, after knowing you for so long, I think you're the most natural tonight! Wearing clothes is a noble beast, taking off clothes is a rice-buggered beast, that's my opinion, can't help but admire!"

  Bai Huan was used to bullying others. Growing up, he had never been bullied by anyone else. Just now, he didn't understand what was happening and was pinned down by a group of fierce-looking police officers. Even when he showed his ID, they didn't care and the female officer even punched him, making him feel quite uneasy. Now that he knew it was Wen Jian's doing, he thought to himself that no matter how powerful Wen Jian was, he couldn't be more powerful than his own father. His arrogance immediately returned: "You Peng, are you looking for death?"

  Before he finished speaking, Wen Jian slapped him with a loud slap on his left cheek, and five bloody fingerprints immediately appeared.

  Bai Huan's hands were tied behind his back, unable to resist at all, and he cursed loudly: "You beast"

  Slap! Another slap landed on the left cheek, Wen Qian used his inner strength, and with a crisp sound, he slapped half of Bai Huan's face into a swollen bun.

  Bai Huan's tears were streaming down, a thread of blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and several large teeth seemed to be loose. The tip of his tongue was so painful that it felt like his heart was being torn apart. Wen Cheng's warm eyes had turned extremely cold, without a hint of hesitation or fear. Bai Huan suddenly remembered the scene with the dandelion, where Wen Cheng had held up the deadly broken wine bottle and stabbed it into the face of the red monkey, not fearing the severe consequences that would follow.

  This is a madman, Peng's, this is a madman!

  Bai Huan cowered, his buttocks landing on the ground as he scooted backward. His swollen face, the trickle of blood at the corner of his lips, his disheveled hair, and his naked body made him look incredibly pitiful and weak at this moment.

  It can also be like this, a person who almost destroyed a beautiful girl's life in the most cruel way!

  "Oh!"

  Wen Qian swung his hand again, leaving a third slap in the same place. Bai Huan let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground, with a tooth mixed with blood flying out of his mouth, splashing a dark red bloodstain on the carpet.

  Bai Huan rolled on the ground, his forehead against the earth, and with great difficulty, he crawled up. His originally clear face was no longer visible, his left cheek had turned a deep purple color. The bloodstains around his mouth had stained his entire chin, making him look like a prisoner who had just been through a brutal interrogation in a movie, looking utterly miserable.

  He muttered and spat out unclear words: "Why hit me again, I didn't say anything"

  "Wen Qian smiled coldly: 'The first two hits were for you, the last one was for me, but I'm afraid of pain, so I let him take my place!'"

  No matter what, Wen Jian's eyes were wide open as he watched Xie Yan walk into this trap. To be honest, it wasn't much more noble than Bai Huan's. In his heart, a ball of anger was suppressed, both towards Bai Huan and himself. At this moment, he could no longer hold back, and completely vented out.

  Liu Tianlai feared that if Wen Yue continued to fight, it would be difficult to end the battle, so he went forward and pulled him up, shaking his head.

  "Rest assured, I have a plan! Get ready to get off the bus and send Xie Yan to the hospital." As he turned to leave, Huan saw him wanting to walk away and immediately felt anxious, not knowing what this madman wanted to do with himself. He endured the pain and shouted: "Wen Cen, let's make peace!"

  Wen Qian turned her head and glanced at him with a corner of her mouth full of disdain and ridicule: "Make peace? You, not worthy!"

  Liu Tianlai stayed in the hall, and the female police officer brought Wen Qian to Xie Yan's bedside. The girl's face was flushed, her lips opening and closing, and a faint moan could be heard, her body unconsciously twisting slightly, the delicate curves visible under the thin quilt.

  "They first made her dizzy and then injected a stimulant, those bastards. Now she is in a semi-conscious state, knowing some of the things that are happening around her."

  The female police officer didn't say the rest of the sentence: The completely unconscious woman wasn't fun to play with, so they used stimulants, making Xie Yan uncontrollable in a semi-awake state, actively accommodating. Women who are humiliated like this often have their psychological defenses thoroughly destroyed, and may even become playthings.

  These bastards are useless in everything else, but they're way ahead when it comes to manipulating women.

  The female police officer said with a scowl, and Xie Yan suddenly kicked off the quilt, grabbed the outer garment that the female police officer had just put on with both hands, and tore it open. The white bra was immediately exposed to the air, and the snow-white skin at this moment not only did not have any charm, but also inexplicably saddened people's hearts.

  Wēn Qiān bent down and pulled up the quilt to cover her. Xiè Yán was stimulated by the strong masculine scent, wrapped his neck with both hands, and rubbed his scorching face against Wēn Qiān's, as if trying to lower his own body temperature.

  He gently pushed away Xie Yan's body, pressed her lightly onto the bed, his eyes clear and bright, speaking softly: "Don't be afraid, we'll go to the hospital right away, you'll be fine."

  The policewoman came over to help get Xie Yan's clothes on properly, and Wen Chen picked her up and strode out.

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  Cicada, molting in murky filth, singing on sparse paulownia, feeding on wind and drinking dew, metaphorically implying noble conduct yet numerous hardships.

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