A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Chu Hanliang said he was going to make a phone call, and everyone thought the call wouldn't last long.

Who knew that once this guy picked up the phone, he would talk for over forty minutes straight, and it seemed like he wouldn't stop talking on and on.

At first, Ma Zhaojian and Hong Sheng were both taken aback. But considering that this guy was currently on the phone with the head of the Shenzhen Municipal Public Security Bureau, they had no choice but to wait patiently.

However, gradually, the old fox Hong Sheng sensed something was amiss.

Even though Chu Hanliang made the phone call right in front of them, and kept saying things like "Leader, don't worry," "Leader, I understand," "Leader, what do you think about this matter..." and so on, making it sound very convincing.

Hong Sheng thought that Chu Hanliang's boss wasn't a gossip, so how could he be so long-winded, rambling on and on about a phone call with a subordinate? Besides, what time of day was it now?

Something's not right, this is very wrong.

Hong Sheng, who was extremely suspicious, felt that there was something fishy about this.

Perhaps Chu Hanliang has already finished making the call and is now holding his phone, pretending to call out to the air.

Using a phone call to stall for time—isn't that the most common tactic gangsters use when calling for reinforcements? When Hung Sing came to his senses, he carefully observed Chu Hanliang's expression.

Sure enough, his tone and manner of speaking revealed a hint of hesitation and evasion. It was obvious he was feeling guilty. So he quickly gave Ma Zhaojian a meaningful look.

Unfortunately, although Ma Zhaojian has a large forehead, his brain is not necessarily as sharp as Hong Sheng's.

Their relationship never developed to the point of perfect understanding and communication.

Seeing Hong Sheng winking at him repeatedly, he instead gave Hong Sheng a calm, reassured, and confident expression, as if everything was under control.

That stupid donkey.

Hong Shengzhen wished he could rip the IV bottle off the old man's bedside and smash it on his bald head.

There were so many police officers standing there, making it difficult to even speak, let alone take action.

Hong Sheng could only watch helplessly in frustration.

However, although Ma Zhaojian had a bulbous nose, he hadn't drunk much tonight. While not exactly sharp-witted, he wasn't stupid either.

After another ten minutes or so, seeing that Hong Sheng still had that anxious expression with a crooked mouth, as if he had suffered a stroke, he finally realized what was going on.

Chu Hanliang's phone call went on for way too long, didn't it?

Ma Zhaojian waited a while longer, and seeing that Chu Hanliang still showed no sign of making a call, and noticing Hong Sheng's frantic state, he decisively said, "Captain Chu, you make the call first. I'll take the man back first. We can discuss the handover procedures later."

Suspicion is undesirable, but it's not entirely without merit. At the very least, it means that while there may be wrongful convictions, no innocent people are spared.

Hong Sheng had indeed guessed correctly. Chu Hanliang was currently holding his phone, spouting nonsense into the busy signal on the other end.

Chu Hanliang did make the phone call, but it was definitely not to his superior.

Because he handled the case outside his jurisdiction without consulting his superiors or reporting to the bureau.

We recruited a few people, and they came over immediately.

If he called his boss at this moment, he would definitely get a severe scolding and be ordered to withdraw. So he could only call his mentor, Gu Feng.

After he tactfully explained to Gu Feng how Director Ma had obstructed his arrest of Hong Sheng, Gu Feng calmly said on the other end, "I understand. Try to stall for time." Then he hung up the phone.

Delaying time?

Chu Hanliang was extremely depressed.

Given the current situation, how can we drag this out? How long will it take?

There was no way he could let the righteous and righteous detective Chu go empty-handed after releasing that scumbag Hong Sheng. So he could only mutter to himself.

Now he can only pin his hopes on his cheap master, hoping to stall for as long as possible.

However, this was the first time Chu Hanliang had ever acted in such a self-directed and self-acted one-man show. Nervousness and cold sweats were to be expected. So, in just a short while, Hong Sheng, that shrewd shrew (an elite among scoundrels), saw through his act.

Upon hearing that Ma Zhaojian was going to take the person away, he immediately panicked and hurriedly said into the busy tone on the other end of the phone, "Ah! Boss, you're coming right away? You're coming to handle this personally? Oh, okay, then we'll wait for you here."

After saying that, he immediately hung up the phone and blocked Ma Zhaojian's way as he was about to leave with Hong Sheng: "Director Ma, I'm so sorry. My superior said he would come over to handle this personally, so please wait a moment."

"Coming here in person?" Ma Zhaojian looked at Chu Hanliang with a mocking expression that was neither a smile nor a frown.

Chu Hanliang's face flushed slightly. He had indeed gone too far with his boast. But at this point, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and see it through: "Yes, Director Zhu Dachang will be here shortly."

Do you want to come over personally, Pig Intestine?

After hearing this, Ma Zhaojian was also a little undecided. He could disregard Chu Hanliang; a higher rank could crush a lower one, and he could simply use his official authority to suppress him.

However, Ma Zhaojian had absolutely no confidence when it came to fighting pig intestines.

Ma Zhaojian couldn't tell whether Chu Hanliang was telling the truth or not.

If it's fake, that's fine, but if it's real, this time we're in real trouble.

Just as Ma Zhaojian hesitated, Hong Sheng spoke up: "Director Ma, if you want to find fault, you can always find a pretext. Everyone knows what kind of person I am, and how much tax my companies pay to Baoshan District every year. Director Ma, I believe you are an honest and upright official who would never bend the law for personal gain. So I am willing to go back with you to assist in the investigation. As for the others, I will absolutely not go with them."

Upon hearing Hong Sheng's words, Ma Zhaojian's face paled. He understood the underlying meaning: we're in the same boat now. If I'm finished, you'll be dragged down with me.

After much deliberation, Ma Zhaojian finally gritted his teeth and made a decision, waving his hand and saying, "Take him away."

Hong Sheng absolutely cannot be allowed to die. Otherwise, he himself will be doomed. So regardless of whether Pig Intestine is really there or not, he must take Hong Sheng away and exonerate him.

Ma Zhaojian's firm stance has made it clear that even if things fall apart, he will protect Hong Sheng to the very end.

This amused Chu Hanliang. If even a high-ranking official like him could be so shameless, how could a lowly detective like himself be afraid of such brazenness? He immediately blocked Ma Zhaojian's path and shouted, "Director Ma, no one is allowed to take Hong Sheng away before Director Zhu Dachang arrives!"

"Chu Hanliang, what are you doing? Don't forget who you are!" Ma Zhaojian shouted angrily.

"Director Ma, this is the same thing I want to say to you," Chu Hanliang retorted.

"Insolence!" Ma Zhaojian shouted, reaching out to shove Chu Hanliang aside. "Don't try to argue with me, get out of my way."

His strength was barely enough to tickle Chu Hanliang. So, Detective Chu remained as steady as a mountain in front of him.

"Chu Hanliang, are you trying to rebel? You should know I'm your superior." Ma Zhaojian roared, his eyes fixed on him, and said, word by word, "Now, I order you to get out of my way immediately."

"Director Ma, you've probably heard the saying 'A general in the field may not obey orders from others.' Besides, although you are my superior, you are not my direct superior. You have no right to order me around when I'm on a mission."

"You!" Ma Zhaojian was so angry that he puffed out his beard and glared at Chu Hanliang, pointing at him and yelling at his men, "Take him down! Take him down!"

The group of police officers looked at each other in bewilderment, but in the end they had no choice but to pounce on Chu Hanliang.

"Who dares to touch me?" Chu Hanliang immediately drew the gun from his waist and held it horizontally in front of him.

They've already pulled out a gun; this whole thing has clearly gone too far.

The group of police officers froze, staring at each other, dumbfounded, as Chu Hanliang pointed his gun at them.

"Chu Hanliang, what are you doing?" A roar like a lion's bellow rang out in the corridor outside.

Upon hearing this voice, Chu Hanliang visibly trembled. The hand holding the gun slumped down.

Because he recognized the voice, the tone, the deep male voice with such powerful penetration and resonance—it was none other than the Director Zhu Dachang he had been talking about.