New Order Plan

Xiao Tian paced anxiously in front of the hotel. When he caught sight of Jiang Qingshan coming out, he shouted and rushed over.

Jiang Qingshan's eye twitched, and he dodged to the side, saying, "Don't have an attack here."

Xiao Tian missed his target, then turned and sidled up to Jiang Qingshan, his eyes wide as he whispered, "You scared me to death! Do you know how terrified I was? If I hadn't gotten it right, we'd be in big trouble!"

Last night, he had just entered the planned area from the quarantine zone when he was intercepted by the investigation team and taken to a hotel without any explanation.

He thought Jiang Zi's operation had failed and was so scared he almost peed his pants.

It wasn't until the investigation team asked about his encounter with the mutated "Wuzhiqi" in East Third Alley that his half-dead heart began to rise again.

Having worked in investigation for three years, he naturally understood that the investigation team wanted to cross-verify, so he immediately broke out in a sweat.

That day he was just there to clean up Jiang Zi's mess and had no idea about the details of the fight.

If this doesn't match what Jiang Zi said, then we're really doomed.

But the investigation team was so aggressive that he really didn't know what to do. So he made up his mind and simply recounted the battle at the Garden of Immortality to the investigation team.

The waiting time that followed was incredibly agonizing.

He was even willing to risk his own lifespan to pray for divine protection, and Jiang Zi could guess what he was saying.

Fortunately, Jiang Zi still understood him.

But he is still shaken and his hands are covered in cold sweat.

Jiang Qingshan glanced at Xiao Tian and chuckled, "What are you afraid of? Even if you die, I will never live on alone."

"..."

Xiao Tian pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, utterly speechless.

The two descended the steps, and a group of reporters approached from the direction of the parking lot. The photographers carried long lenses and microphones, looking rather intimidating.

Jiang Qingshan glanced back upstairs and left with Xiao Tian.

A moment later, the two stood on the side of the road where cars were coming and going.

Xiao Tian: "Don't you owe me some thanks?"

Jiang Qingshan: "A beating?"

Xiao Tian: "It's to repay you! I want to eat delicious food! I want to eat watermelon! I want to eat chicken legs! I want to eat steamed buns!"

Jiang Qingshan: "None of these are as good as the director's family's 'soft rice' (kept woman)!"

Xiao Tian: "..."

......

Control Yuan.

Office of the Senior Inspector General.

Song Shuanghe hung up Liu Minzhong's call, a cold smile appearing on his face.

"That old vixen, she's got a really tough tongue, even tougher than my darling. Does she think I'm some stupid pig cousin who controls the big head and makes me bring Ma Zhengjiu along?"

Are you going to a banquet?

Assistant Feng Jianhuan, with her hair tied up, asked casually.

He pondered for a moment, his hands fidgeting restlessly for a while, then squinted and said, "Of course I'll go. I can't waste such a good opportunity."

Liu Minzhong is about to run for the position of Director of the Administrative Office, and he has a high chance of succeeding this time.

If Liu Minzhong helps him in this year's promotion evaluation, his position as a special-grade inspector is practically guaranteed.

The weight of a person who is about to become the head of the administrative office is self-evident.

Song Shuanghe was quickly calculating in his mind that once he became a special-level inspector, he would have independent investigative powers. At that time, he wouldn't have to do anything but keep an eye on that guy surnamed Jiang.

Given the right opportunity, he'll definitely kill that bastard.

Song Shuanghe made his decision and patted Feng Jianhuan on the backside: "Go pack your things and get ready to leave. Also, tell the people below to keep an eye on Ma Zhengjiu and make sure nothing goes wrong."

Feng Jianhuan nodded and quickly left the office.

Song Shuanghe stared blankly for a while, then got up, opened the safe, took out the pistol, and loaded the last three energy crystal bullets into the magazine.

A short while later, Feng Jianhuan changed her outfit, transforming her original professional short skirt into a black long dress, which looked sexy yet elegant.

Song Shuanghe grinned lewdly and admired the scene for a while before the two went downstairs, got into the car, and drove towards Nanshan Manor.

Another senior inspector's office.

A thin man stood by the window, one hand holding up the curtain and the other holding a coffee. He looked away from the departing car, took out his phone, and sent a message.

He then finished his coffee, licked his lips, and went to the mirror to straighten his shirt.

Seeing two tufts of hair sticking up on her head, she took some hairspray and carefully styled them.

After a long while, the man finally revealed a smug smile on his fair and smooth oval face.

Thirty minutes later, the man checked the time, opened the door, and went out.

"Good afternoon, Inspector Zhou." The young man passing by nodded respectfully to the man.

"Keep up the good work today!" The man made a cheering gesture, smiled and replied, his eyes curving into crescents.

"Thank you, senior. I will do my best!" The young man bowed with great enthusiasm.

The man nodded and walked gracefully downstairs.

As he passed the windows in the corridor, he avoided the sunlight streaming in, hugging the wall as if walking on the edge of a cliff.

When he accidentally gets exposed to sunlight, he shakes his head, sighs, and goes back to start over, as if he's playing a game with himself.

A moment later, he successfully passed through the "minefield" formed by sunlight, breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his temples with his hands, and continued forward.

On the stairs, two female inspectors, each holding a cup of coffee, chatted as they approached.

"Good afternoon, senior." Their eyes met slightly.

Zhou Yinhuan raised one hand and rubbed her fingers together, and several small ice cubes condensed above their coffee cups before falling into them with a plop.

"Iced coffee is more refreshing."

Zhou Yinhuan still had a big smile on her face.

The two female inspectors' hearts raced and their faces flushed. They lowered their heads and shyly thanked her.

Zhou Yinhuan didn't say anything more and went straight downstairs to the detention room where Ma Zhengjiu was settled.

The person guarding the door greeted Zhou Yinhuan immediately upon seeing her.

Zhou Yinhuan looked into the room through the one-way glass, then smiled and said, "Open the door."

"Um... Inspector Song instructed that Ma Zhengjiu cannot be allowed to leave for the time being."

"So, what's the reason?"

"Well... it's for the safety of the witnesses."

"Does this mean depriving the witness of their freedom?"

"this......"

The guard was sweating profusely from the questioning and was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Although Inspector Song had given instructions, doing so was actually against the rules.

Zhou Yinhuan raised her wrist and glanced at her watch, saying gently, "The witness questioning has exceeded twelve hours since last night, which is unacceptable."

The guard looked around, his face showing a troubled expression.

Zhou Yinhuan continued, "Now, as the senior inspector in charge of discipline at the supervisory office, I am issuing you an order: open the door and release the person immediately, or I will initiate internal investigation procedures."

"But...what about Inspector Song...?"

"Just report the facts."

"yes......"

The guard was speechless. He scratched his head and then hesitantly opened the door.

Inside, Ma Zhengjiu lay on the bed, looking haggard with bloodshot eyes, his body curled up into a ball.

Zhou Yinhuan walked to the door, put her hands behind her back, and said with a smile, "Mr. Ma Zhengjiu, you can leave now."

Ma Zhengjiu turned halfway around, a look of confusion appearing in his blank gaze.

Can...can I go home now?