Hou Liangping arrested a hawkish general, and his father-in-law panicked

The world suddenly became quiet.

The only sounds in the corridor were his heavy breathing and the "ticking" sound of blood dripping on the floor tiles.

He shut up completely.

"Just wait and see, my wife will come and punish you!"

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Chapter 50: Hou Liangping! Let’s see how the Zhong family can protect you this time!

in the corridor.

The two soldiers ignored Hou Liangping's wailing and dragged him out of the Anti-Corruption Bureau with a bag of garbage.

The dazzling sunlight suddenly shot into my eyes.

He was held up, his feet dragging two messy trails on the ground, and was stuffed into the back seat of a military jeep.

"boom!"

The car door slammed shut with a dull and decisive sound, completely isolating him from the world of the past.

The carriage was cramped and filled with sweat, dust, and a faint smell of gun oil.

Two soldiers sandwiched him, one on each side, their bodies stretched as hard as two iron plates. The rifles in their hands rested on their knees, and the muzzles were pointed at an angle seemingly casually, blocking any space for him to struggle.

Waves of severe pain came from my cheek, as if countless steel needles were stirring inside.

He could feel his cheeks swelling at an alarming rate, and his mouth was filled with a sticky liquid that tasted of rust.

The anger of being completely humiliated and trampled upon, mixed with the fear of the unknown, fermented and swelled in his chest, almost exploding.

He turned his head and, with all his might, spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood and tooth fragments onto the iron floor of the jeep with a "Pooh" sound.

The dark red liquid looked particularly glaring on the gray-green floor.

He raised the uninjured half of his face and squeezed out a few words from the depths of his throat in a resentful, hoarse voice: "You will regret this!"

The voice was not loud, but it was filled with hysterical madness.

However, the two soldiers around him didn't even raise their eyelids; he was just an object making meaningless noises.

This complete disregard made him feel more humiliated and desperate than any beating.

The engines roared and the convoy started slowly.

The jeep jolted out of the Anti-Corruption Bureau compound, its tires making a harsh friction sound as they rolled over the ground.

Hou Liangping's gaze subconsciously turned to the window.

At that moment, his eyes passed through the car window glass, across the cold cordon, and saw a familiar figure.

Zhong Xiaoai!

She was standing outside the cordon, at the front of the crowd.

Her face was pale, and her eyes contained anxiety and panic that he had never seen before.

At that moment, the drowning man saw the life-saving wooden board, and all the collapsed pride, all the calculations, and all the disguises in Hou Liangping's heart disappeared in an instant.

He is not the director of the anti-corruption department, nor is he a future political and legal star. He is just a man who is about to fall into the abyss and is desperately trying to grasp a glimmer of hope.

"Wife!"

He rushed towards the car window like a madman, and half of his body was pinned down by the soldier beside him.

He used all his strength and roared like a beast from his throat: "I'm here! Help me!"

The cry was heart-wrenching, filled with the most primitive fear and begging.

Outside the cordon, Zhong Xiaoai's heart was tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

Four dark green military jeeps, like four steel behemoths, slowly drove out.

On the car body, sixteen soldiers armed with live ammunition had stern faces and murderous intent.

This is not law enforcement, this is the scene of escorting prisoners of war.

Her eyes were fixed on the second car.

She saw it.

She saw the familiar figure.

Hou Liangping's hair was disheveled, half of his face was swollen, and there was a glaring bloodstain at the corner of his mouth.

He was being pinned down on his seat, but he desperately turned his head and roared in her direction.

The cry of "Save me" was like a hot knife, instantly piercing her eardrum and piercing into the deepest part of her heart.

The Hou Liangping she knew was always confident, even conceited.

Standing in the interrogation room, he could defeat the most stubborn corrupt officials with his words; once on the podium of Handong University, he could make all the students impressed by his charm.

She had never seen him so miserable and desperate.

Zhong Xiaoai's eyes turned red instantly, but she bit her lips tightly to prevent the tears from falling.

She knew that she couldn't panic at this time. If she panicked, Hou Liangping would be really finished.

She raised her arms suddenly and swung them vigorously.

"Don't be afraid!"

Her voice came through clearly through the noise of the crowd and the roar of vehicles!

"I will make sure you are safe!"

The convoy accelerated without stopping, raising a cloud of dust, and soon merged into the traffic flow and disappeared at the end of the street.

Zhong Xiaoai's arms were still frozen in mid-air, and the resolute expression on her face shattered into pieces the moment the convoy disappeared.

She slowly lowered her hand, her body swaying and she almost couldn't stand.

Are you safe?

She doesn't believe it herself.

Arresting an active-duty general, and during his secret inspection.

What is even more terrible is that General Zhao was used privately, and his life or death is now uncertain.

This is no longer a simple dereliction of duty or a procedural violation.

This is a catastrophe that is big enough to trigger a political earthquake.

What Hou Liangping pierced was the sky.

She knows the rules of her circle too well.

In the face of absolute power and interests, the so-called procedural justice, teacher-student friendship, and even husband-wife relationships are all fragile and vulnerable.

Gao Yuliang’s words “I don’t know him” is the cruelest proof.

Now, the only person I can count on is my father.

But will my father take action?

For a son-in-law who is so reckless and has caused such a huge disaster, you have to fight against a military boss who has a large number of troops and an unfathomable background?

To gamble his decades-long political career and the future of the entire faction?

In the conference room of the Provincial Anti-Corruption Bureau.

The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, twisted and distorted, representing the anxious nerve endings of four men.

Sha Ruijin, Gao Yuliang, Ji Changming, and He Liming, these four big men who could make Handong Province tremble with a stomp of their feet, paced back and forth anxiously.

Time has never been so difficult.

Every ticking second was like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts.

The door was pushed open with a creak.

A man in a neat military uniform and with the rank of major general on his shoulders walked in.

His face was stern and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, without any emotion.

Behind him followed two soldiers with equally expressionless faces, their hands always vaguely resting on the holsters at their waists.

Zhou Shoujing, Chief of Staff of the 20th Group Army.

His appearance, like a cold wave, instantly lowered the temperature in the conference room to freezing point.

He Liming's face turned pale, his lips trembled, he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Ji Changming subconsciously pushed his glasses up, his eyes behind the lenses filled with panic.

Sha Ruijin stopped and no emotion could be seen on his tense face, but his slightly trembling fingertips revealed the turmoil in his heart.

Only Gao Yuliang quickly regained his composure after the initial shock.

He even took the initiative to greet her, forcing a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Chief of Staff Zhou..."

Zhou Shoujing's gaze swept over the four people. His voice was flat and without any fluctuation as he read out an unquestionable order: "Leaders, please cooperate with the investigation."

No explanation, no courtesy, just a cold notice.

The four words "cooperate with the investigation" were like a mountain, crashing down and crushing the last bit of hope in the four people's hearts.