"That would be wonderful. Minister Qiu, your concern is much appreciated. After Miss An gets out, I will convey yours and your wife’s kindness to her," Zhang Yuksheng was very excited. With Qiu Yiping’s help, things were looking much better.
After hanging up the call, Zhang Yuksheng hadn’t even had a chance to speak before the phone started ringing off the hook again. The callers were all former patients who had been treated by An Yiqing, including Qiao Chengchun, Lin Chengming, and some others that Zhang Yuksheng had never met. They all personally expressed their determination to pressure the police station to rescue An Yiqing.
It was only at this moment that Zhang Yuksheng fully understood that although An Yiqing had only been in Xuandu for two months, her network was slowly penetrating the entire city. Although she hadn’t yet reached the stage where she could call the wind and summon the rain, Zhang Yuksheng knew it was only a matter of time!
The police station, interrogation room.
In the enclosed space, a glaring white light made the atmosphere somewhat oppressive. An Yiqing, Zhao Lingling, and Zhang Ping were sitting in a triangular formation on chairs, making the atmosphere particularly awkward and rigid.
"Lingling..." Zhang Ping’s voice came out weak, clearly lacking confidence, "The captain just gave his orders; An Yiqing is not a criminal, and we shouldn’t handcuff her."
"What do you mean she’s not a criminal? She just hasn’t been convicted yet! She’s a murderer!" Zhao Lingling’s eyes flared with anger as she stood up from her chair, "If you won’t do it, I will!" Saying so, she took out a pair of handcuffs and walked towards An Yiqing.
Watching Zhao Lingling approach, An Yiqing’s face was filled with icy disdain. So this was the so-called public servant? She was quick to conclude An Yiqing’s guilt without understanding the facts.
"Stretch out your hands!" Zhao Lingling walked up to An Yiqing with an arrogant tilt of her chin, looking down at her.
"Officer Zhao, may I know who pronounced my guilt? And who allowed you to handcuff me?" An Yiqing’s voice was cold, questioning Zhao Lingling.
"Do we even need a trial? I say you’re a criminal, and that means you are one!" Zhao Lingling huffed with impatience, urging, "Stretch out your hands!"
"Officer Zhao, do you own the police station by any chance?" An Yiqing asked, baiting Zhao Lingling further into the trap she had set.
"Hmph! In this police station, if I say two, no one dares say one! An Yiqing, you killed Xiong Tian! Whether you admit it or not, you’re pegged as the murderer!" Zhao Lingling said smugly, completely forgetting the cautionary words from her superior before she arrived. What nonsense about treating An Yiqing well? She was just a pretty little girl, and leadership was making a fuss over nothing!
Good! Very good! As Zhao Lingling stood before her, smug and self-satisfied, a cold laugh echoed in An Yiqing’s heart. She obediently extended her hands to be shackled by the cold handcuffs. Watching Zhao Lingling’s smile grow even more triumphant, An Yiqing lowered her gaze, hiding the chill in her eyes.
The entrance to the police station
A piercing screech of brakes suddenly sounded, as a silver and black Aston Martin sports car stopped in front of the police station building.
The car door flung open and was slammed shut again, as a man in a military uniform with an icy aura briskly walked into the police station.
As the man moved, the chilly aura emanating from him intensified, sweeping across the entire ground floor hall and causing all the police officers present to shiver involuntarily.