At the Pinnacle of Power: The Female Leader and Her Chief Advisor

8:45 PM.

Wang Yanchun, with his head wrapped in gauze, emerged from the restaurant surrounded by several middle-aged men.

They exchanged a few pleasantries at the restaurant entrance, and then Wang Yanchun got into a car in the parking lot.

Seeing this, Lu Ming picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Follow me."

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Wang Yanchun returned to the underground parking lot of the residential complex.

He got out of the car, humming a little tune, and walked towards the elevator.

He had only taken a couple of steps when he suddenly saw two champagne-colored minivans.

Just as I was wondering what was going on, the car door opened and seven or eight tall men got out.

They were all dressed in suits, had neat short hair, and looked very respectable.

What Wang Yanchun noticed first was their clothing and appearance.

The suit was made of high-end fabric, and the leather shoes were polished to a shine, giving off a serious atmosphere.

The man at the head of the group had a dignified appearance and a faint smile on his lips.

His eyes were calm, yet they exuded an aura of superiority.

Under Wang Yanchun's surprised gaze, the group of people walked towards him.

As the group approached, Wang Yanchun's pupils suddenly contracted.

The other person's suit was covered in red badges.

In an instant, his heart leaped into his throat, his throat moved uncontrollably, and his body stiffened.

The man stopped in front of him and said in a gentle tone, "Secretary Wang, have you just finished eating?"

The other person's seemingly casual tone did not make Wang Yanchun relax at all; on the contrary, it made him even more terrified because the other person accurately revealed his identity!

"I……"

"This is my work ID."

The man took out his work ID and handed it over backwards.

Wang Yanchun was so frightened that his pupils could no longer focus, but the man did not urge him, giving him enough time to see every word on the document.

Tiannan Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection and Supervision Cadre Supervision Office.

Name: Yang Xu.

Wang Yanchun's head suddenly felt like it was going to explode, and his body swayed, almost causing him to fall.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and he trembled all over.

"You...you..."

He trembled and couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

The man smiled and took out a document, saying word by word, "Comrade Wang Yanchun, you are suspected of violating regulations and discipline. On behalf of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection, I hereby announce the decision to place you under investigation."

"You are required to explain your problems at the designated time and place from now on."

After saying that, the man put away the documents and turned to walk towards the van.

The men in suits behind him walked to Wang Yanchun's sides, one on each side, and said indifferently, "Get in the car."

Wang Yanchun's mind went blank, and his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, unable to take another step.

Seeing that Wang Yanchun remained motionless, the man in the lead gradually lost his smile and said, "Please get in the car, Secretary Wang."

The two men immediately grabbed his arms from either side and dragged him into the car.

On the bus, Wang Yanchun's brain gradually regained its ability to think.

He asked cautiously, "Director Yang, what...what did I do wrong?"

Yang Xu was a pseudonym Wang Feng had given himself. He smiled and said, "Secretary Wang, don't worry, we'll talk slowly when we get there."

After saying that, he raised his hand to check the time and said, "Call your wife and let her know, so she won't worry."

"Director Yang..."

"Call up!"

Wang Feng's gentle tone was filled with an undeniable air of authority.

Even Wang Yanchun, the usually arrogant deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction.

He shakily pulled out his phone and, under Wang Feng's gaze, dialed his wife's number.

Wang Yanchun said in the most normal tone that he had something to do that night and couldn't go back.

His wife seemed to be used to it all along, and hung up after giving a simple "hmm".

This also shows that Wang Yanchun's nightlife must be very colorful.

Half an hour later, the car drove onto the expressway.

Wang Yanchun sat in the back row, flanked by staff from the Discipline Inspection Commission. Although he didn't know where they were taking him, he assumed it was to the provincial capital.

The provincial discipline inspection commission came to Songxi to arrest me personally; I'm afraid I'm doomed this time.

After all, the disciplinary committee doesn't arrest people easily; if they do, it's because they have solid evidence.

At ten o'clock, the car stopped.

After getting out of the car, Wang Yanchun found himself in a villa area.

This must be the detention office of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection in the provincial capital.

Upon entering the villa, disciplinary officials approached and searched him.

They took his phone, belt, and shoelaces.

Wang Yanchun had also participated in disciplinary investigations and knew that they were worried he might harm himself or commit suicide.

He was now even more desperate.

Just how much evidence must one have to worry about committing suicide?

"Secretary Wang, please go in."

Wang Feng pushed open the door to a bedroom.

Inside was a bed and a table, with a video camera mounted next to the table. The room had no windows.

Wang Feng walked to the table, sat down, opened his notebook, removed the cap from his pen, and said to Wang Yanchun, "Secretary Wang, please sit down."

Wang Yanchun sat down obediently, but felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Secretary Wang, please tell us."

"Say...say what?"

After Wang Yanchun finished speaking, he suddenly saw the smile on Wang Feng's face disappear again.

If he was like a gentle breeze, giving off a kind and approachable feeling...

His unsmiling demeanor and sharp eyes now create an immense sense of pressure.

Snapped!

Wang Feng lightly tapped his pen on the table and said, "Comrade Wang Yanchun, as the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, you should be very clear about the case-handling procedures of the discipline inspection commission."

"They won't make an arrest easily without solid evidence."

"This arrest operation was personally ordered by Secretary Tang of the Provincial Party Committee."

"If you have a good attitude and cooperate with us, the organization can treat you leniently."

"But if you remain obstinate, then we'll have no choice but to follow the rules."

Wang Yanchun swallowed hard and asked cautiously, "Director Yang, could you... could you give me a hint? What aspect of the problem do you need me to explain?"

Wang Feng took out his phone, dialed a number, and said, "Bring the things in."

A moment later, the room door opened.

A man in a suit placed a thick stack of documents on the table.

Wang Feng casually picked up a document and handed it over, saying, "Take your time reading it."

Wang Yanchun flipped through the documents, his eyes scanning line by line, growing increasingly anxious.

Although he knew that the organization already had evidence of his illegal and criminal activities, he did not expect that the evidence would be so comprehensive.

At this moment, the last shred of hope in his heart was completely shattered.

The document contained, of course, the report materials that Xu Shizhipeng had given to Lu Ming.

Generally speaking, most anonymous reports are true.

However, most of the time, the leaders above don't care.

Wang Yanchun put down the documents, his face ashen, and said in despair, "I'll confess, I'll confess everything."

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