The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

Lin Feng was taken into an interrogation room in the Discipline Inspection Commission building. This interrogation room was even more cramped than the one in the Municipal Bureau, with no windows, sound-absorbing cotton on the walls, and only a single pale fluorescent light on the ceiling.

Sitting in an iron chair, with no handcuffs on his wrists, but across the long table in front of him sat two people who were clearly more difficult to deal with than the two police officers from before.

Bai Xu sat in the middle, next to a younger discipline inspection cadre, with a notebook and recording equipment spread out in front of them.

After Lin Feng was seated, he didn't beat around the bush and directly slammed a photo on the table and pushed it over.

The photo shows an abandoned building in a development zone. There is a small dark patch of ground on the ground below, marked with "suspected bloodstains".

"Lin Feng, someone has filed a formal complaint alleging that you murdered a man one night last month in an abandoned development zone in the south of the city. The victim's body is still missing. Do you have anything to say?"

Lin Feng glanced down at the photo, then looked up into Bai Xu's eyes, his tone calm. "I haven't killed anyone. I don't even know what's in this photo. If you have evidence, you can produce it directly. If you don't have evidence, I can only say this is a false accusation."

Bai Xu sneered and took a second photo. This time it was the photo of Lin Feng and Ye Qinghan together in the teahouse.

He stared at Lin Feng's face and said, word by word, "You think we can't find out if you don't talk? We already know very well about your relationship with Ye Qinghan. She was also detained this morning, in the building next door. Do you think she can protect you? I advise you to be smart and confess your problems to try to get lenient treatment. If you continue to be stubborn, it will be too late when we put all the evidence in front of you."

When Lin Feng heard the words "Ye Qinghan has also been detained," his heart sank.

As expected, Ye Qinghan was also imprisoned.

The muscles in his right forearm twitched imperceptibly, a reaction that Bai Xu noticed, but he misunderstood its meaning.

He thought Lin Feng was starting to get scared and was beginning to waver. So, striking while the iron was hot, he took the voice recorder out of the file folder and pressed play.

A hoarse voice echoed in the interrogation room. Lin Feng listened to the recording, and every detail was exactly the same as what had happened that night.

But as he listened, he gradually calmed down, as if what the other person was saying had nothing to do with him.

After the recording finished playing, Bai Xu leaned back in his chair and tapped the table with his knuckles. "Lin Feng, is the person mentioned in this recording you? Did you kill someone at that unfinished building that night?"

Lin Feng looked up at him, his expression more relaxed than when he had come in. "I don't know who recorded this, or who the person in it is. I haven't been to this unfinished building, nor have I killed anyone. If you think a recording of unknown origin and a few blurry photos are enough to convict me, then I have nothing to say. But I'll say it again—I haven't done anything."

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences." Bai Xu's face finally darkened. The other party had clearly been acting strangely just now, but after listening to the recording, he seemed to relax.

Bai Xu couldn't understand it, so he slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacup lid to bounce up and roll on the ground a few times.

She stood up, placed her hands on the table, and looked down at Lin Feng. "Don't think I can't do anything to you! You're being stubborn now, but once I find irrefutable evidence, it'll be too late for you to confess!"

Lin Feng looked at Bai Xu's furious face, but remained silent and expressionless. He was silently thinking about something else.

Where is Ye Qinghan now?

Was she also sitting in the same interrogation room, facing the same photos and recordings?

Can she handle it?

……

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of him, Bai Xu put away the documents, glared at him fiercely, and said, "You'd better think carefully, because I won't be so polite next time I come," before slamming the door and leaving.

The iron door slammed shut behind him with a heavy thud. The interrogation room fell silent again, save for the low hum of the fluorescent lights and Lin Feng's own breathing.

Not long after, he was taken to a detention room. The room was even smaller than the interrogation room, containing only a makeshift bed, a table, and a chair.

The windows were sealed shut, with iron bars installed on the outside. A security camera was mounted on the wall, its red indicator light flashing.

Lin Feng lay on the bed, staring at the equally pale fluorescent light on the ceiling, his mind racing.

Ye Qinghan was also detained.

This shows that Zuo Ning's actions this time were not only aimed at him, but launched an attack from two lines at the same time. On one hand, he used murder and drugs to bring down him and Shuntong Logistics, and on the other hand, he used the issue of his conduct to hold back Ye Qinghan, leaving the police leaderless and unable to intervene in the investigation in a timely manner.

Every minute that passes represents a huge loss for Dragonscale Company.

The timing was impeccable, so much so that it makes one suspect that Zuo Ning also has people within the Discipline Inspection Commission. Judging from Bai Xu's behavior just now, it's clear he wasn't just going through the motions; he genuinely wanted to extract something from Lin Feng.

Who's behind him? Mayor Wang? Or someone else?

If he hadn't heard this recording, he would have really panicked.

The weather outside has changed.

Kui Zi was frantic in his office on the top floor of Baijinhai, like a cat on a hot tin roof. He had received news early that morning that seven billiard halls had been raided simultaneously on suspicion of prostitution and were ordered to cease operations for rectification.

Bai Jinhai was also investigated shortly afterward, for similar reasons: to suspend operations for rectification. A group of uniformed people went in and out of the lobby, clearing out all the customers and sealing the door.

Kui Zi tried to stop him, but Shangguan Jinghong stopped him with a look.

Dark clouds filled the sky outside the office's floor-to-ceiling windows, making it gloomy and dark, as if it were evening even though it was only afternoon.

A few muffled claps of thunder rolled across the distant horizon every now and then, and the air pressure was so low that it was hard to breathe.

Kui Zi paced back and forth in his office, smoking one cigarette after another, leaving the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts.

"Sister Hong, Zuo Ning is fucking trying to kill us! Shuntong is shut down, the billiard hall was raided, Bai Jinhai's business was suspended, and Brother Lin was taken away by the Discipline Inspection Commission. We don't have a single business left that we can operate. In a few days, the brothers won't even be able to eat!" He shoved his cigarette butt into the ashtray.

Shangguan Jinghong leaned back in his office chair, his hands folded on his knees, his face as indifferent as ever, showing no sign of panic.

In front of her was an old-fashioned flip phone, its screen dark, which she would glance at every now and then.

Just as Kui Zi was about to complain again, her phone screen lit up with a text message.

She picked up her phone and opened the screen. The text message was short, containing only a flight number and three words—"Departed." After reading it, she put her phone face down on the table and looked up at Kui Zi.

"Go to the Golden Triangle."

Kui Zi was about to light another cigarette when he heard this, his finger hovering over the lighter, staring at Shangguan Jinghong in shock. "The Golden Triangle? Wasn't their business there already—"

"Go when I tell you to go," Shangguan Jinghong interrupted him, his tone leaving no room for argument.

After saying that, he took out a plane ticket from the drawer and pushed an envelope over. The ticket was for Kunming, and the envelope contained a stack of US dollars and a handwritten address.

Then, leaning slightly forward, he whispered a few words in Kui Zi's ear. Kui Zi's expression changed from shock to disbelief, and then from disbelief to a solemn realization.

He felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, straightened up, and stuffed the plane ticket and envelope into his pocket.

"Please give my regards to Uncle Gao when you see him. He helped us a lot this time, and I'll remember this favor."

Kui Zi nodded, turned and strode out of the office. His footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor, disappearing in the direction of the elevator.

Shangguan Jinghong stood up and walked to the French windows, crossing his arms and looking at the dark clouds outside.

A bolt of lightning cleaved the sky, illuminating the entire city in a blinding white light for a moment, followed by a thunderclap that made the windowpanes tremble slightly.

The torrential rain finally poured down, with large raindrops pounding against the glass, creating a dense, pattering sound. The entire city of Hehai was shrouded in a hazy curtain of water.