Almost Scared to Death

"What do you mean 'but I'?"

Yin Shengli wished nothing more right now than to slap this nephew of his to death on the spot. "You expect me to save you?"

"Uncle, please help me. For my mother's sake, help me think of a way out!"

Lu Peng dropped straight to his knees, begging bitterly.

Seeing him in this state, Yin Shengli frowned, ultimately softening a bit.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, "Wait while I make a call."

With that, Yin Shengli took out his phone and started scrolling through his contacts.

He soon found a number and dialed it immediately.

"Hello, Director Feng, it's me, Yin Shengli..."

As soon as the call connected, he spoke with a face full of smiles.

"Oh, Little Yin. What made you think to call me all of a sudden?"

On the other end of the phone, Feng Qingmao asked curiously. He was the director of the city bureau. He had previously served in Xinguang County as Yin Shengli's superior before being promoted to the city a few years ago.

"Director Feng, here's the situation..."

Yin Shengli didn't waste words and quickly recounted the entire incident. Then he added, "Director Feng, I'm not asking you to help me or my nephew. After all, I can't drag you into this mess. I just wanted to ask you to look into who exactly this Young Master Qin is. Even if my nephew has to die, he should at least know why, right?"

"Alright."

After listening to Yin Shengli's account, Feng Qingmao nodded seriously, feeling quite surprised inwardly.

Young Master Qin?

Was there such a figure in Bin City?

Why hadn't he heard of him?

"I'll make a call and have someone look into it. Wait for my news. I'm hanging up for now."

With that, he hung up without hesitation, found another number, and dialed it.

"It's me, Feng Qingmao. Help me look up someone..."

After briefly relaying some information to the other end, Feng Qingmao hung up. If nothing unexpected happened, he should receive a call back in a few minutes.

Sure enough, about three minutes later, Feng Qingmao's phone rang.

"Director... Director Feng... we're in trouble..."

A trembling voice came from the other end of the line.

"What happened?" Feng Qingmao frowned slightly, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

"The person you asked us to look up just now, his files are classified as top secret. We tried to request access from a higher-level agency, but the application was immediately rejected. Then we received a call from the capital asking who was investigating... We ended up giving them your name..."

Hearing this, Feng Qingmao went completely numb.

He certainly understood what this meant.

A young man's files were actually top secret.

And it even alarmed the capital.

Most importantly, this guy actually spilled his name?

"Director Feng, I'm going to hang up now. Someone will probably call you later, so pay attention to your phone."

With that, without waiting for Feng Qingmao's response, the line went dead with a dial tone.

Just a few seconds after the call ended, his phone rang again.

Glancing at the caller ID, it was actually the top leader of Bin City. Feng Qingmao's heart skipped a beat.

"Yes... yes... um... it was a former subordinate of mine who asked me to help check... Okay, Secretary... um... I understand... I absolutely won't get involved in this anymore!"

Covered in sweat, Feng Qingmao repeatedly agreed to the scolding from the phone, his back already drenched in cold sweat.

After hanging up on the Secretary, he finally let out a long breath of relief. Just as he was about to call Yin Shengli back, his phone rang yet again.

This time, it was an unknown number, and the location indicated Guangning City, Xi Province.

Feng Qingmao wanted to die right then and there. He didn't even need to think to know that this was definitely a call from a provincial leader.

He wished he could slap himself across the face. Why on earth did he have to go and investigate?

"It's me, Guo Zhengwen."

As soon as the call connected, the slightly deep voice of the province's top leader came through.

Upon hearing this name, Feng Qingmao nearly fainted from fright.

Guo Zhengwen didn't waste words; he just gave him a few warnings and reminders over the phone before hanging up.

Just when Feng Qingmao thought the ordeal was finally over, he subsequently received two more calls from the capital.

On the final call, upon learning that the caller identified himself as Elder Zeng's orderly, Feng Qingmao's scalp instantly went numb.

He had really kicked the hornet's nest this time.

It wasn't until over ten minutes later that things finally quieted down, with no more calls coming in.

He then found Yin Shengli's number.

"Director Feng..."

On Yin Shengli's end, Lu Peng and the others were waiting just as anxiously. Those ten-plus minutes felt like more than a decade to them.

However, before Yin Shengli could say anything, Feng Qingmao's voice came through the phone, "Take that nephew of yours back to the county and keep an eye on him for now. Make sure he doesn't run away. No one can help with this."

"The city and the province have already set up a special joint investigation team specifically for his case. I reckon the investigation team will arrive in your county tonight."

These two simple sentences made Yin Shengli feel as if his brain had exploded.

A joint investigation team?

From the city and the province?

What was going on?

Had things actually escalated to such a severe degree?

"The capital is also sending down an investigation team. It was personally arranged by Elder Zeng. Let me tell you, this nephew of yours..."

"Sigh, forget it. You guys are on your own. Good luck."

After saying that, Feng Qingmao didn't wait for a response and hung up the phone directly.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Listening to the dial tone from the disconnected call, Yin Shengli was completely dumbfounded.

Not only had the city and province set up a special joint investigation team...

Even the capital was sending an investigation team over?

And it was personally arranged by Elder Zeng?

Was he dreaming?

What in the world did this guy Lu Peng do?

Even causing havoc in Heaven wouldn't warrant such a crime!

"Uncle, how did it go?" Lu Peng asked anxiously, his face looking somewhat pale.

Because he could also tell that Yin Shengli's expression didn't look right.

In response to his question, Yin Shengli merely shook his head, then sighed and patted his shoulder. "While you still have time, give your parents a call."

"Is there really no way out at all?"

Lu Peng was in despair. "Uncle, don't you have some connections in the city..."

"Connections?"

Hearing this, Yin Shengli became furious, and then he repeated exactly what Feng Qingmao had said over the phone, word for word.

When he learned that not only had the province and the city formed a joint investigation team, but even the capital was sending one down—and that it was personally ordered by Elder Zeng—Lu Peng almost blacked out.

He knew that this time, he was truly finished!

Off to the side, Cheng Hao and Cheng Linhua, father and son, had their hearts in their throats, their legs trembling uncontrollably from fear.

How could they have ever imagined that Qin Ning's power had reached such a terrifying level.

Most importantly, the siblings Cheng Weiyang and Cheng Mo actually knew such an existence!

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