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

Zhou Weiguo didn't say anything more.

He simply saluted Shen Zhong, then turned around and pressed the play button on a black remote control in his hand.

In the center of the hall, the white screen that had been temporarily hung up was instantly illuminated by the beam of the projector.

After a series of noisy electrical sounds, a shaky image appeared before everyone's eyes.

The scene was dimly lit, like an interrogation room without lights.

The main subject of the shot is Cheng Du, the director of the Guangming District Public Security Bureau.

The processed sound clearly resonated throughout every corner of the hall.

"You're still being stubborn?"

In the video, Cheng Du is grinning maliciously as he pokes the forehead of a young man who is soaking wet and has blood at the corner of his mouth with his finger.

"Let me tell you, when you come here, if you're a dragon, you have to coil up; if you're a tiger, you have to lie low!"

"You won't talk? Fine, I have plenty of ways to make you talk!"

Li Dakang's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Illegal interrogation?

Although the methods were excessive, he believed that for the sake of the overall situation of the Bright Peak project, it was still within a controllable range.

Qi Tongwei stood behind him, his expression unchanged, but in his mind he was assessing the potential impact of the video.

The scene changes.

A metal object covered in mud was ripped from the young man's chest by Cheng Du and thrown to the ground.

That was a medal.

A medal whose red five-pointed star and wheat ear pattern are still recognizable even in dim light.

First-class merit.

"This piece of junk, and you treat it like a treasure?"

In the video, Cheng Du curled his lip in disdain.

He lifted his foot.

The gleaming leather shoe was raised high and then brought down heavily under everyone's gaze.

"Snap!"

A piercing metallic creak came through the speakers.

That sound was even more unsettling than the gunshots from before.

The camera gave a close-up shot.

The First-Class Merit Medal, representing the highest honor for a soldier, was trampled and deformed under his feet; the gold plating cracked, and the red ribbon was crushed into the mud and water on the ground.

Cheng Du's face, contorted with excitement, was magnified in the camera lens, every pore exuding arrogance and cruelty.

The rebuke that Li Dakang was about to utter was suddenly choked by an invisible hand, and he couldn't utter a single word.

An eerie silence fell over the hall.

Li Dakang's roars and Cheng Du's cries have all disappeared.

Only Cheng Du's words, which sounded like a devil's declaration, echoed repeatedly in the empty hall from the video.

"In Guangming District, I am the law!"

Li Dakang's pupils contracted violently at that moment.

He felt all the blood rushing to his head, but his hands and feet were ice cold.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead without warning.

He mechanically turned his head and looked at the man lying limp not far away, like a dead dog.

His face, which had turned red with rage, was visibly losing color and turning pale.

Shock.

anger.

There was also a chill rising up from my spine.

Qi Tongwei stood behind Li Dakang, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.

His face was even more pale than Li Dakang's.

It was deathly white, without a trace of blood.

As a high-ranking official in the political and legal system, he understood better than Li Dakang what it meant to trample on a first-class merit medal.

This is neither a violation of discipline nor a violation of the law.

This is a provocation against the entire military, and it is an attempt to uproot the nation!

Zhao Lichun asked him to come and rescue people.

But damn it, is this even human?

This is a living political time bomb! Anyone who touches it dies!

Zhao Donglai and the special police officers he brought with him were initially on high alert.

But when they saw what was happening on the screen, many of them instinctively loosened their grip on their weapons.

They are police officers, and they too once dreamed of making a name for themselves and gaining honor.

That medal represents a dream that many of them can never achieve in their entire lives.

Now, this dream has been trampled underfoot by a person in a police uniform in the most humiliating way.

An indescribable sense of shame spread through their hearts.

They didn't know what to do.

Protecting such a scoundrel?

Shoot at soldiers who came to defend their medals and honor?

The video has ended.

The image freezes on Cheng Du's arrogant face.

Shen Zhong slowly stood up from the leather swivel chair.

His movements were slow, but the sound of his military boots hitting the ground was exceptionally clear.

He walked to the screen, raised his hand, and gently touched the trampled medal on the screen with his long, slender fingers.

Then he turned around.

That calm yet sharp gaze swept across Li Dakang's pale and ashen face.

He was lying on the ground, his body trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

He buried his head in his arms, not daring to look at anyone's expression, and let out meaningless sobs.

Li Dakang raised his hand, wanting to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, but found that his arm was too heavy to lift.

He opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton; it was dry and he couldn't make a sound.

He finally understood.

He understood completely.

The degree is not illegal.

This idiot is putting Li Dakang, along with the entire Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee, on the hot seat of trouble!

They are pushing him into an abyss of no return!

Shen Zhong took a step toward Li Dakang.

His imposing, mountain-like aura propelled him forward with each step he took.

The invisible pressure caused the municipal party secretary, who was known for his toughness, to involuntarily take a half-step back.

Shen Zhong stopped and just looked at him quietly.

His words were not loud, but they resonated in everyone's minds like the tolling of a bell.

"Secretary Dakang, did you see it clearly?"

"These are the cadres under your command."

"Is this the rule of law you keep saying you'll uphold at all costs?"

The heavy words were like a cold scalpel, precisely dissecting the last layer of shell that Li Dakang had disguised with anger and roars.

Li Dakang took a deep breath.

He forced himself to look away from the trampled medal.

He knew that he absolutely could not afford to panic at this moment.

"As the director of the Public Security Bureau, Cheng Du knowingly broke the law and insulted the honor of the military; this is a serious personal problem for him!"

Li Dakang's voice was hoarse, but his reasoning was clear as he attempted to characterize the incident.

"Our Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee will never tolerate such scum!"

"I suggest that he be immediately dismissed from his post, investigated, and handed over to the judicial authorities for severe punishment!"

His words were spoken with great righteousness, and he took the initiative to distance himself from Chengdu.

In his view, this is the only way to break the deadlock at present.

To sacrifice a certain degree, one must preserve the dignity of the entire Jingzhou and maintain Li Dakang's authority.

Qi Tongwei listened from the side, nodding inwardly.

As expected of Li Dakang, his reaction was quick.

Sacrificing the pawn to save the king, though a humiliating move, was the most correct choice.

However, Shen Zhong just looked at him with a strange expression on his face.

That expression contained mockery, but also a deeper level of pity.