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Chu Nan didn't answer, or even look up. He simply held the glass of water and slowly took a sip.

"I'm asking you a question! Are you deaf?"

The middle-aged man took a step forward, his finger almost stabbing Chu Nan in the face. "Our young master kindly invited you to meet him to discuss business, but now he's disappeared! Where have you taken him, you scoundrel!"

He said this with such confidence, as if Xue Beichen, who was clearly a kidnapper, was talking about business.

Even though the Nanxiang Flour Factory is a place where business negotiations are completely unrelated, it's still a very difficult place to do business.

As the last person Xue Beichen saw before his disappearance, Chu Nan must take responsibility for the whereabouts of the young master of the Xue family.

As for what Xue Beichen did, and what the truth is, it doesn't matter at all.

Chu Nan still didn't answer, and his hand holding the water glass didn't even tremble.

"Wang Pengzhan, what kind of person are you to be the head of the Civil Security Bureau?"

The middle-aged man turned his head, omitting the word "director" and addressing him by his first name, his tone as if he were reprimanding a subordinate who had failed in his duties.

"Our Xue family's young master is missing. Why aren't you sending people to look for him? Why are you wasting your time on this country bumpkin?"

"Do you know how furious our master was about this? Don't you owe me an explanation?"

Wang Pengzhan frowned slightly and picked up the teacup on the table.

There wasn't much water left in the cup; he was just using this gesture to suppress the emotions that were about to surge up.

"Butler Xue, Mr. Chu is the victim in this kidnapping case."

Wang Pengzhan's tone remained relatively calm, but his words carried a warning tone: "Your young master is suspected of kidnapping, illegal detention, and assault with a firearm. He's currently on the run. We'll go after him even without your reminder. And what you're doing now—"

"victim?"

The Xue family butler sneered, interrupting Wang Pengzhan, "What evidence does he have to claim he's a victim? Who saw it? Our young master is a precious person; is it worth harming him?"

"Wang Pengzhan, have you been in this position for too long? Have you even forgotten how to classify a case?"

"You've investigated thoroughly? Do you have any evidence? You dare to accuse my young master of kidnapping? Our patriarch pays so much tax to your Min'an Public Security Bureau every year to pay his salary, not for you to do this useless thing!"

Wang Pengzhan's fingers stopped at the edge of the teacup.

The young police officer standing at the door watched this scene nervously, not daring to breathe.

Wang Pengzhan remained silent for several seconds, then placed the teacup back on the table and slowly rested his fingers on the surface.

Clearly, he was trying his best to suppress his emotions.

It wasn't that he was afraid of the Xue family's steward, but there was no point in confronting him directly.

The Xue family has spies in every industry in Beihai and is also a major taxpayer in the city. If things really come to a head, he won't be the only one who suffers.

Seeing that Wang Pengzhan remained silent, the Xue family butler's lips curled into a smug smile.

He turned around and pointed his gun at Chu Nan again, "Kid, don't think you can get away with not saying anything."

"I don't care if you're a victim or not, my young master disappeared after seeing you, and you must give the Xue family an explanation!"

"You'd better pray my young master is alright—if anything happens to him, you won't be alive either!"

Good heavens, this steward of the Xue family is really arrogant.

To threaten someone with their life right in front of the director of the Civil Security Bureau—that's not just arrogant, that's outrageously arrogant.

However, Chu Nan remained silent. He shifted to a more comfortable sitting position, as if the furious middle-aged man in front of him did not exist at all.

The muscles on the Xue family butler's face twitched slightly.

He raised his hand, as if to grab Chu Nan's collar.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Unlike the hurried entrance of the Xue family's steward earlier, this time the voice was unhurried, as if the speaker was taking a leisurely stroll.

"Hey, isn't this Little Li?"

The Xue family steward's hand froze in mid-air.

He turned around and saw a thin old man standing at the door.

The old man was leaning on a cane of indeterminate material and was wearing a gray long gown.

Her hair was neatly combed, and she had a smile on her face.

But there was no warmth in that smile; it was more like watching an unruly junior throwing a tantrum in front of an elder.

Uncle Chen, the head butler of the Jiang family.

The steward of the Xue family is not surnamed Xue, at least not originally.

His original surname was Li. He was an attendant that Master Xue brought from the southern countryside. Because of his loyalty and competence, he was given the surname Xue.

This matter is not a secret in the elite circles of Beihai, but since the Xue family became a prominent family, no one has dared to call him by his original surname to his face.

The Xue family's steward was always treated with deference and respect wherever he went in Beihai. When had he ever been addressed by his own surname?

But the person who uses this title is Uncle Chen, the most senior butler in the elite circles of Beihai.

Moreover, he never changed his surname in his entire life, and there was no need for him to improve his status by changing his surname.

This alone is enough to make Butler Xue feel inferior in front of him, not to mention the difference in background between established and newly emerging wealthy families.

"Butler Chen."

The Xue family butler lowered his hand, straightened the hem of his suit, and lowered his voice, "This is a matter for the Xue family, and it has nothing to do with you."

"This man surnamed Chu was the last person to see my young master. My young master is currently missing, so I need to know where he is, right?"

"Your young master committed kidnapping and has now fled. Instead of persuading him to turn himself in, you're here making things difficult for the victim?"

Uncle Chen walked into the interrogation room and stood in front of the Xue family's butler.

He was half a head shorter than the other person, but his gaze seemed to be looking down from a higher place.

"Little Li, what's wrong? You need this old man to teach you such a basic principle?"

Uncle Chen spoke slowly and deliberately, enunciating each word clearly.

"Butler Chen!"

The Xue family butler's voice suddenly rose.

This title made him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if it was constantly sticking labels on him that he had spent half his life trying to tear off.

"Aren't you being nosy? This is something our patriarch personally instructed us to do; he absolutely must know the young master's whereabouts."

"Are you trying to embarrass the Xue family, or our patriarch, by doing this?"

"The head of the family?"

Uncle Chen slowly turned around, and his eyes, which had been half-closed, finally opened completely as he looked at the Xue family steward's face.

His tone remained unhurried, but every word felt like a stone pressing firmly on the Xue family steward's chest.

"Since you've brought up the Xue family head, young Li, then let me make my point clear: I'm just following orders."

"The old lady asked me to come and take Mr. Chu back to rest. I need to take him away now."

The Xue family's butler opened his mouth.

He had prepared a whole speech, including his thoughts on the Xue family's power, the patriarch's reputation, and how this matter could not be easily dismissed.

But now, all the words he had to say were stuck in his throat when faced with Uncle Chen's words!