The detention cell was a deluxe single room, offering the ultimate enjoyment.
Lin Mo sat on a protruding concrete ledge. The metal cuffs on his wrists were chained to the iron bars, gleaming with a cold light. Yet, he looked as relaxed as if he were lounging in his own living room.
There was no one else around. It was obvious that they intended to intimidate Lin Mo first, giving him a classic show of strength.
In another interrogation room, Jiang Chengyue hadn't suffered much.
Her identity as a journalist was her best protective charm. Before the matter was officially classified, no one dared to get rough with her.
Following Lin Mo's instructions, she firmly insisted that she had already given the memory card to Lin Mo, completely washing her hands of the matter.
The interrogators asked a few routine questions before giving up.
But Jiang Chengyue knew very well that this was only temporary.
Once Lin Mo refused to yield, or if the memory card triggered an even bigger storm, her flimsy protective charm could be torn to shreds at any moment.
A click echoed from the lock of the detention cell door.
On the other side, Lin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly; the people coming to deal with him had arrived.
Two men walked in, one after the other. As the door closed, the blinking red light of the security camera above them quietly went out.
Leading the way was the very detective who had escorted Lin Mo in.
His skin was rather pale—whether from weakness or just his natural complexion was hard to tell.
He crossed his arms and looked down at Lin Mo condescendingly, a fake smile plastered on his face.
"Why aren't you smiling anymore? You were smiling quite a bit in the car earlier, weren't you?"
However, Lin Mo slowly raised his head, the corners of his mouth curling upward.
But his gaze bypassed the man, landing on the detective behind him, who was as burly as a bear.
He was a simple-minded, heavily built man, with a look of brute force in his eyes.
Lin Mo's eyes lingered on him for two seconds before he suddenly spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"Your wife's name is Ding Tian, right?"
The air instantly froze.
The mocking expression on the Pretty boy detective's face stiffened, and the burly man's breath caught for a half-second.
The burly man took a sudden step forward, seemingly making the entire floor of the detention room tremble.
"How do you know that!"
His voice was gruff, carrying a trace of shock and anger at having his privacy invaded.
Lin Mo ignored his demand. Instead, he shifted into a more comfortable sitting position and slowly continued.
"Your wife has been acting very strange lately, hasn't she? She never used to care about dressing up, but now she's suddenly started doing yoga and bought a bunch of new cosmetics. She dolls herself up every single day."
These words were like a knife, piercing precisely into the simple-minded detective's heart.
He had indeed felt that his wife was acting a bit weird lately, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
With Lin Mo pointing it out, all those overlooked details instantly connected, exploding in his mind.
The veins on the burly man's neck bulged one by one, and his knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists.
"What the hell are you trying to say?!"
"Brother Zhang, don't listen to his nonsense!"
The Pretty boy detective's heart skipped a beat. Realizing things were going south, he quickly stepped forward, trying to hold the burly man back. "This kid is bad news, he's deliberately trying to sow discord! Let's get down to business first. We'll beat him up and see if he still has a smart mouth!"
Hearing this, the fury in Brother Zhang's eyes burned even brighter, feeling that the man had a point.
Brother Zhang strongly agreed with what the Pretty boy said.
Right, beat this kid up first!
Just as he was about to make a move, Lin Mo's unhurried voice rang out again.
"Someone is definitely getting beaten up."
Lin Mo's gaze slowly shifted from Brother Zhang's furious face to the pale Pretty boy detective beside him.
"However, it's not going to be me."
"It's going to be your good brother right beside you. If I'm not mistaken, his phone still has the chat history with your wife, Ding Tian."
"As for the content... I reckon it's more thrilling than any adult movie you've ever watched."
As soon as the words fell, the blood completely drained from the Pretty boy detective's face.
He subconsciously covered his pants pocket, right where his phone was kept.
He hurriedly roared, "What kind of nonsense are you spouting? I'll beat you to death!"
Saying that, he yanked open the iron gate.
However, just as he was about to charge in, someone grabbed him.
Looking back, it was Brother Zhang.
In his not-so-bright eyes, the anger was being replaced by something much more terrifying.
"Take out your phone!"
The Pretty boy clutched his pocket. "Brother Zhang, don't believe him! Brother Zhang!"
This repeated evasion made Brother Zhang absolutely convinced.
He held out his hand and said fiercely, "Take it out. Don't force me to take it myself."
The Pretty boy simply pulled out his phone and smashed it hard onto the ground.
"Oops, the phone is broken."
Acting like that was simply treating people like idiots.
Lin Mo rattled his handcuffs.
"Did you know? In court cases, if the opposing party refuses to agree to a paternity test, the judge can infer that the biological relationship doesn't exist."
Fanning the flames like this was bound to make anyone lose their mind.
Especially since Brother Zhang actually had a child!
"Fuck you, you actually dared to sleep with your brother's wife!"
With that, Brother Zhang threw a punch right into the Pretty boy's face.
The Pretty boy clearly hadn't studied well at the police academy. He failed to block the punch and was knocked to the ground by the single blow.
But Brother Zhang was still agonizingly furious. He mounted him directly and unleashed a flurry of left and right hooks.
Lin Mo chimed in from the sidelines, "Hey, don't, don't hold back now. There's no camera watching anyway."
Hearing this, Brother Zhang put even more effort into it, using all sorts of MMA ground-and-pound finishing moves.
Watching this, Lin Mo gave a big thumbs up! "Great boxing skills."
While the satisfying beatdown was happening inside, a man wearing a white police uniform shirt stepped out of a car outside.
He hurried toward the entrance of the police station.
As soon as he entered, the detectives near the door all stood up.
"Greetings, Chief Wang."
Chief Wang waved his hand and immediately walked to the office of the branch chief.
He knocked on the door.
"Come in."
He impatiently pushed the door open.
However, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Secretary Ou sitting on the sofa.
Chief Wang's expression immediately changed slightly.
"Secretary Ou is here too. Am I interrupting you?"
Secretary Ou smiled and shook his head, "No, but why is Deputy Chief Wang here? Shouldn't you be at the main bureau at this time?"
Chief Wang wiped his sweat. "I heard a journalist was arrested here, surnamed Jiang..."
Hearing that he was here for Jiang Chengyue, Secretary Ou continued to maintain a smile.
"I see. So Deputy Chief Wang came for this matter. I wonder what kind of background this Reporter Jiang has?"
"She is the younger sister of the local entrepreneur Jiang Chengshan. They run a star enterprise in our city."
Hearing this, Secretary Ou couldn't help but frown.
Seeing this expression, Chief Wang knew that the favor Jiang Chengshan asked of him was a massive deal.
That Jiang Chengshan hadn't even told him what it was about and just asked him to bail someone out. Wasn't this setting him up?
He should have called ahead to ask around first.
Secretary Ou pondered for a moment, finally looking up to say, "Since that's the case, don't blame us for not giving face. Have Jiang Chengshan come over in person and persuade his sister to hand over the item. If she does, we can pretend this never happened."
Secretary Ou's words made Chief Wang curse Jiang Chengshan viciously in his heart.
But his face still showed no sign of an issue as he immediately pulled out his phone and dialed the number.
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