Power and wealth bring fragrance

"Don't slap me in the face?"

"You're actually trying to bargain now?"

"Do you even have the right to speak?"

"Honestly tell us what the chairman's assistant wants, or else... hmph..."

Two burly security guards shouted at Wei Yuan, their faces full of sinister smiles, and approached him with their fists clenched, constantly threatening him.

Wei Yuan pursed his lips helplessly.

"Since that's the case, then don't blame me."

The two burly security guards were confused. Seeing that Wei Yuan was not cooperating at all, they immediately raised their fists, ready to teach Wei Yuan a lesson.

Just then, Wei Yuan gently blew a breath toward the two burly security guards.

The two burly security guards felt a tickle between their eyebrows, as if they had been bitten by a mosquito, but then they felt nothing.

"What the hell?!"

The two men shouted and stood on either side of Wei Yuan, clenching their fists and striking him from both sides.

A fist the size of a sand bowl slammed heavily onto Wei Yuan's ribs, causing Wei Yuan's body to arch instantly and let out a piercing scream.

"what!"

Outside the interrogation room, Sun Chao, smoking, smiled contentedly and casually flicked off his cigarette ash.

This is the Tax Investigation Committee; this is their territory.

Acting arrogantly on their turf is simply courting death!

However, what he didn't see was that in the interrogation room, two burly security guards were throwing punches at the air with ferocious expressions.

Wei Yuan, meanwhile, let out miserable screams with utter boredom, performing his act with practiced ease.

Clearly, the two security guards had also fallen victim to his flying needle technique and were now lost in their hallucinations.

Wei Yuan did this not because he was bored, but because if he confessed too soon, he might not be able to see Zhao Gang in person.

The longer he remains tight-lipped after Liu Xiangrong's disappearance, the higher the likelihood that Zhao Gang will personally come to interrogate him.

Therefore, we had no choice but to sacrifice two security guards.

Sun Chao smoked three cigarettes outside. After listening to Wei Yuan's screams in the interrogation room gradually subside, he stubbed out his cigarette and prepared to push the door open and go in.

Upon entering, one is greeted by two burly security guards, drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

There was also Wei Yuan, slumped in the interrogation chair, his face and body unmarked, but his complexion was deathly pale.

"Now, can you tell me something?"

Sun Chao crossed his arms and looked down at Wei Yuan with arrogance.

Wei Yuan looked up with "extreme difficulty," glared fiercely at Sun Chao, and said through gritted teeth, word by word.

"You...don't even think about...getting...a single word...from me..."

Sun Chao was surprised that Wei Yuan was still so stubborn after being severely beaten. His face suddenly turned cold, and he laughed angrily.

"Good, that's got guts!"

"I'll grant your wish!"

"You two, continue!"

Sun Chao angrily gave the order and turned to leave.

As the vice chairman's assistant, he can order these dirty jobs to be done, but he cannot be present at the scene of the dirty work.

In case, in case it gets leaked, he can still make excuses.

In parliamentary politics, passing the buck is a skill everyone must master; those who aren't have long been eliminated.

The two burly security guards exchanged a bitter glance.

They didn't know why, but despite having plenty of energy, they felt like they couldn't keep going after only teaching Wei Yuan a lesson for a short while.

But since the higher-ups had given the order, the two of them had no choice but to obey and grit their teeth and keep beating Wei Yuan.

One piercing scream after another echoed through the interrogation room...

Nine o'clock in the morning.

A black Rolls-Royce Wraith pulled up in front of the Tax Investigation Committee. Zhao Gang, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a broad frame but little flesh, and looked like a human skeleton, got out of the car.

At the entrance of the building, Sun Chao and his entourage bowed respectfully to greet Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang leaned on a walking stick. Although he was nearly fifty, his face was taut and without a single wrinkle.

However, his deep-set eyes made him look eerie, and no one dared to look him in the eye.

Lin Weiwei followed closely behind Zhao Gang and stepped out of the Rolls-Royce.

Compared to before, Lin Weiwei was even more glamorous now. She wore a tight-fitting bodycon dress, the hem of which barely covered the bottom of her buttocks. Her two long legs were wrapped in thin black stockings. Her makeup was glamorous, like a black dahlia blooming wildly, alluring yet exuding a vulgarity.

Lin Weiwei followed Zhao Gang expressionlessly, her eyes, heavily made up with eyeshadow, staring straight ahead, completely ignoring the various gazes around her.

Zhao Gang walked towards the building with his walking stick, and Sun Chao quickly followed, falling half a step behind Zhao Gang, and cautiously began to report.

"Liu Xiangrong has not been found yet..."

"Zhao Xuan has been taken into custody..."

"Wei Yuan, who is accused by Zhao Xuan of kidnapping Liu Xiangrong, has been interrogated for three hours, but still hasn't revealed any information..."

Zhao Gang listened to Sun Chao's intelligence summary with a cold face and showed no reaction whatsoever.

The less he spoke, the more pressure Sun Chao felt, and beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead.

By the time they reached the private elevator for the upper floors, Sun Chao was drenched in sweat, his clothes completely soaked.

"bite."

The elevator doors opened, and Zhao Gang led Lin Weiwei inside.

Sun Chao gritted his teeth and followed him into the elevator.

The others stood obediently outside the elevator doors, not daring to go in at all.

Sure enough, as soon as the elevator doors closed, Zhao Gang suddenly raised his walking stick without warning and jabbed Sun Chao in the knee joint.

"Hmm!"

Sun Chao knelt on the ground with a thud, gritting his teeth and enduring the excruciating pain, not daring to utter a sound.

Zhao Gang then spoke, his voice dry and hoarse, like two pieces of steel colliding repeatedly.

"I don't like it when people stand up and talk to me, but it's better this way."

"This is your punishment for being a piece of trash. Do you accept it or not?"

"I accept, thank you for the Chairman's reward!"

Sun Chao pressed his forehead tightly to the ground, shouting his thanks, his forehead bulging with veins from the intense pain.

Zhao Gang nodded to himself, then tapped Sun Chao's head with his walking stick as if he were tapping a dog.

"I have always emphasized that you need to have a sharp and clear mind."

"This is the last time you fail to do what I asked you to do."

"yes!"

Sun Chao suppressed his panic and loudly agreed, but he also felt relieved.

We've passed this hurdle.

However, next time something goes wrong, they won't be so lucky.

Seeing that Zhao Gang didn't speak again, Sun Chao silently stood up slowly, enduring the sharp pain in his knee joint and standing quietly to the side without making a sound.

"bite."

The elevator stopped on the nineteenth floor.

Zhao Gang, Lin Weiwei, and Sun Chao stepped out of the elevator, and Sun Chao led the two to Wei Yuan's interrogation room.

"Wei Yuan is being held here."

Sun Chao respectfully replied, and Zhao Gang turned to look at Lin Weiwei upon hearing this.

Lin Weiwei remained expressionless, showing no reaction even upon hearing Wei Yuan's voice.

"Open the door."

When Zhao Gang spoke, Sun Chao quickly pushed open the door.

Inside the door, Wei Yuan sat upright in the interrogation chair, staring blankly at the three people at the door.

The gaze finally settled on Lin Weiwei.