Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 467 - 287: If Not Now, Then When? (Part 2)

Chapter 467: Chapter 287: If Not Now, Then When? (Part 2)

So the only thing he needs to do now is to keep going.

"Squeak~"

The old iron door was pushed open from outside, and the burly man walked in, holding half a bottle of water. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

He came over, grabbed Qi Yun’s hair, and poured water into his mouth.

Qi Yun didn’t resist, greedily swallowing until the half bottle was empty, at which point the burly man suddenly let go.

"I advise you to hand over the stuff, or you’ll die here with no one even to collect your body." The burly man kicked the iron chair, a cold smile creeping up his face.

Qi Yun coughed twice, lowered his head, and panted, not even glancing at the man, completely ignoring him.

The burly man cursed angrily, raising his fist as if to strike, but Qi Yun remained unperturbed, not even blinking.

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside, followed by the iron door opening, and Secretary Ji walked in alone.

His gaze swept over Qi Yun’s wretched state, a flash of viciousness in his eyes fleeting.

"You, get out." Secretary Ji waved to the burly man, his tone slightly irritable.

The burly man hesitated, glancing at Qi Yun and then at Secretary Ji, but eventually left reluctantly, giving Qi Yun a vicious glare as he left.

The iron door closed with a "squeak," leaving Qi Yun and Secretary Ji alone in the basement.

Secretary Ji walked up to Qi Yun, looking down at him, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, sticking one in his mouth without lighting it.

"Mr. Qi, actually we are not enemies, there’s no need to take it to a life-and-death extent."

"You don’t have to hand over the stuff you have, just delete the parts related to me in front of me, and we can be friends."

Qi Yun raised his head but said nothing, the light screen appeared before his eyes once again.

[Current Intelligence Points: 20]

[Available Intelligence Types: None]

"Useless!" Qi Yun cursed, the guy before him and Director Han, both useless, he had hoped to get some intelligence from them, but there was nothing at all.

Secretary Ji was taken aback at being cursed, his face instantly darkened, grabbing Qi Yun’s collar, his voice icy: "Do you really think I don’t dare kill you!?"

Qi Yun ignored the threat, casually raising his chin, saying: "Come to me to admit your mistake, huh? There’s a way to admitting mistakes, first, light up a cigarette."

Secretary Ji was again taken aback, seemingly unprepared for Qi Yun’s words.

Qi Yun’s lips curled into a smile, his gaze full of mockery: "What’s wrong? You can’t spare a cigarette? Or are you not here to admit your mistake?"

Secretary Ji stared at him for a full three seconds, his chest heaving violently, but finally let go.

If Qi Yun were truly willing to forgive him, lighting a cigarette was nothing; he would even kneel and call him dad.

But he could see clearly, Qi Yun was obviously playing him.

Seeing no chance for negotiation, he dared not delay further, turning and shouting to the outside: "Come in!"

The burly man outside pushed the door open and entered at the sound.

"Get him onto the car." Secretary Ji instructed again.

"Huh?" The burly man was somewhat surprised, as few had left this basement alive, most ended up as waste under the apricot tree in the yard.

"Slap!"

With a belly full of fire, Secretary Ji raised his hand and slapped him hard, catching him off guard and causing the burly man to stagger back two steps.

"Are you deaf? What huh?" Secretary Ji glared at him, shouting angrily.

The burly man was dazed from the slap, his left cheek swollen from yesterday’s beating not having subsided completely, now even more swollen.

He covered his face, not daring to make a sound, hurried forward to untie the ropes on Qi Yun, using the chance to press hard on Qi Yun’s wound with his thumb, clearly taking out his anger from the slaps on the latter.

Qi Yun grimaced in pain but gritted his teeth, not making a sound, though his gaze towards the burly man had turned thoroughly icy.

...

Forty minutes later, a private car drove into the customs courtyard.

In the passenger seat, Secretary Ji dialed Director Han’s number: "Come out to the playground."

The call ended, and within minutes, Director Han was jogging out from the building.

Secretary Ji opened the car door and got out, the two walked to a nearby flowerbed and whispered a few words.

"What’s wrong? I personally brought the person over, isn’t that enough?"

"Do you expect a call from the leader?" Secretary Ji stared at him firmly, his tone brooking no refusal.

Director Han’s expression was as unpleasant as having eaten crap, turning his head towards the parked car, he naturally understood what bringing the person back meant.

But he had no right to refuse.

Soon, several officers from the anti-smuggling bureau came out, taking Qi Yun away.

Director Han hurried to the Director’s office to report to Director Fang.

Director Fang’s face turned extremely unpleasant upon hearing the report, being seasoned, he could clearly understand the underlying subtleties.

If thoroughly investigated, bringing Qi Yun back had procedural flaws, and the fact that he was in good condition when arriving, yet within less than two days sustained injuries all over was unexplainable.

How do you explain?

Director Han had initially taken him from the interrogation room without any records.

This couldn’t be explained, nor dared it be explained.

Now the word had spread, the two big shots from Beijing were staying at the guest house, obviously waiting for the matter to be completely settled, and perhaps would even summon Qi Yun.

Seeing him injured like this at that time, Director Fang and Director Han were surely going to be held accountable.