Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

Qi Tongwei watched all this with mixed feelings.

The degree is dead.

The one who knew too many of his secrets, the extent to which he knew about his shady dealings with Zhao Ruilong, is dead.

He died cleanly and without any evidence.

In a sense, Qi Tongwei actually became the beneficiary of this extrajudicial execution.

Once this absurd thought popped into my head, I couldn't suppress it anymore.

Work together with Shen Zhong to perform this scene well.

Keep everything that happened tonight to yourself.

Li Dakang turned around and waved to the police officers behind him who were still in a daze, as well as to the bewildered special police officers in the courtyard.

"Walk!"

"Get out of here, all of you!"

His voice was hoarse and tired, no longer carrying the same spirited and domineering air he had a few hours earlier.

Like a defeated rooster.

Inside and outside the courtyard, more than 300 police officers felt as if they had been granted a pardon.

They dared not look at the corpse stuffed in the bag, nor even at the man standing on the steps, like a god or demon.

They all lowered their heads, put away their weapons, and, in an almost fleeing manner, lined up and hurried toward the gate.

As they passed by Shen Zhong, everyone subconsciously quickened their pace and tried their best to avoid his presence.

It was as if he wasn't a person, but a black hole that would devour everything, a plague god.

Shen Zhong stood there quietly.

He neither moved nor spoke.

He was like a general reviewing a defeated army, watching this once invincible force retreat in disgrace and humiliation before him.

Qi Tongwei, along with the provincial department personnel, followed closely behind the municipal bureau's team, walking quickly outwards.

His mind was racing, calculating rapidly.

After returning, how should I report to Teacher Gao Yuliang? Why did I disobey his orders and act on my own?

How could they explain this to Zhao Lichun, the provincial party secretary? They hadn't managed to get the man out of the military's hands.

But the person died.

Although the process of this "silencing" was humiliating, it might be... exactly the result that Zhao Lichun most wanted to see deep down.

Thinking of this, Qi Tongwei felt a little more at ease.

He secretly raised his head and glanced at the figure on the steps in the distance out of the corner of his eye.

This opponent is terrifying.

He not only possesses the physical strength to overturn tables, but his ability to manipulate people's hearts is also unfathomable.

He has calculated all your escape routes and even done things for you that you dare not think of or dare not do.

Qi Tongwei made a silent vow in his heart.

From now on, I will definitely stay far away from this person surnamed Shen.

Even if we have to fight, we absolutely cannot confront him head-on.

We must be a thousand times more careful to deal with this devil.

Just as his mind was racing, he suddenly felt a cold gaze fall upon him.

It's heavy!

Qi Tongwei felt goosebumps rise instantly on his back.

He quickly looked away, lowered his head, and pretended to straighten his police uniform, from which the badge number had been torn off.

He quickened his pace, eager to leave this suffocating place of trouble as soon as possible.

He thought he could get away unscathed, just like Li Dakang and others.

However, he had just stepped one foot out of the precinct.

Two black figures appeared silently in front of him, blocking his way, just like ghosts.

It was those two Dragon Fang special forces members.

Qi Tongwei's heart sank.

He forced himself to calm down, forcing a stiff expression onto his face.

"What do you mean?"

He had barely finished speaking.

Zhou Weiguo's cold, hard face appeared before him.

"Director Qi."

Zhou Weiguo looked at him, his face expressionless.

"Secretary Dakang can leave, but he paid the price."

"And you?"

Qi Tongwei stood frozen in place, one foot inside the door and the other outside, caught in a dilemma.

The provincial police officers who had just been preparing to leave also stopped in their tracks. They looked blankly at their superior, then at the expressionless Zhou Weiguo with fear.

Li Dakang and his men from the Municipal Bureau had already walked away quickly without looking back.

He heard the noise behind him, but he didn't stop.

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.

Qi Tongwei? That's his own business.

The hall became much emptier after the city police officers left.

The strong smell of blood was therefore even more pungent.

Shen Zhong didn't look at Qi Tongwei, who was stuck at the door, anymore. He turned around and gave the order to the two soldiers behind him in a tone devoid of any emotion.

"Clean up the scene."

"yes!"

The two soldiers immediately sprang into action.

One brought a mop and a bucket, while the other carried a thick, black military body bag, and they walked back into the chilling interrogation room.

He came out quickly.

The body bag, which had been shriveled up, was now full.

He walked to the center of the hall and slammed the body bag onto the ground.

Then, he crouched down and pulled the thick metal zipper.

"Sizzle—"

The screeching sound of a zipper echoed in the empty hall, scraping against everyone's eardrums.

That face, with its eyes wide open in death, was completely sealed in darkness.

Qi Tongwei and his men at the door saw this scene clearly.

Several young provincial police officers turned pale instantly, their stomachs churning, and they almost vomited on the spot.

Shen Zhong wanted them to see this.

This is the most direct and brutal way to teach these arrogant and self-righteous law enforcement personnel a compulsory lesson about death.

Two soldiers skillfully lifted both ends of the body bag and strode out.

City police chief Zhao Donglai, along with several men, hadn't left yet and were searching for the weapons that had been confiscated from them.

He watched as his once arrogant subordinate, now a cold "evidence," was easily carried past him by two soldiers.

He watched as the bag was unceremoniously tossed into the back of a military truck.

Zhao Donglai felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness engulf his entire body.

He knew that after tonight, his prestige as the city police chief would plummet in the entire Jingzhou police force.

While he was lost in thought, Shen Zhong had already walked up to him without him noticing.

Zhao Donglai's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously straightened his back.

Shen Zhong didn't say anything, but simply reached out and gently patted him on the shoulder.

The movement wasn't forceful, but it made Zhao Donglai's body tremble.

"Director Donglai."

His deep voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

"Go back and tell your people."

"Guns are for protecting the people."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the pistol at Zhao Donglai's waist.

"It's not meant to be used against the people."

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but didn't know how to say it.

Because what Shen Zhong said was true.

He, Zhao Donglai, brought more than a hundred people tonight, and he was indeed here to protect Li Dakang.

He took a deep look at the man in front of him.

In the end, Zhao Donglai remained silent.

He raised his hand and gave Shen Zhong a salute that was not standard but incredibly solemn.

Then, he turned around, and with the last few key members of the municipal bureau, walked into the thick night without looking back.

At this point, only Shen Zhong and Qi Tongwei's men remained in the hall.