Chapter 89

Update time: 2013-04-08

"Everything's fine. I'll contact you if there's a chance, but I can't guarantee that I'll definitely get the jade. It also depends on luck," Zhang Yang said.

Ji Yutong smiled and said, "I understand."

After saying this, Ji Yutong didn't intend to chat further with Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang also knew better than to speak, as the two were not very familiar. The fact that Ji Yutong had spoken so much was already a favor due to Hong Yaqin's face.

The journey was silent, and Ji Yutong drove the police car to the detention center.

"Once we go in, don't say anything. Leave everything to me, understand?" Ji Yutong instructed before getting out of the car.

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "I remember."

Ji Yutong then said with relief, "Alright, follow me in."

Zhang Yang followed Ji Yutong out of the car. The detention center staff had been notified. When they saw her get out, a short, chubby middle-aged police officer approached. Just as he was about to speak, Ji Yutong interrupted, "Let's go inside. Don't draw attention from others."

The short, chubby police officer nodded, "It's all arranged. Follow me."

Zhang Yang, dressed in a police uniform, followed Ji Yutong into the detention center with a sense of authority.

"Miss Ji, this is the waiting room. You can wait here. I'll bring the person over," the short, chubby police officer said.

Ji Yutong nodded proudly without a word of thanks. Zhang Yang could tell that Ji Yutong's identity was very special. From the beginning, she hadn't even asked for his name, as if he didn't exist.

After about ten minutes, Duan Fei was brought in by the short, chubby police officer.

Ji Yutong said to Zhang Yang, "I'll wait outside. When you're done, just call me."

Zhang Yang nodded gratefully but didn't say anything.

Ji Yutong smiled and walked out.

"Miss Ji, would you like to sit in the next room?" the short, chubby police officer asked tentatively.

"No need. Thank your chief for me today. No one else should know I was here," Ji Yutong said.

The short, chubby police officer hurriedly replied, "No, absolutely not."

"That's good. I hate trouble, and you should have heard of me," Ji Yutong said.

The short, chubby police officer wiped his sweat and said, "Miss Ji, rest assured. I handled the entire process myself. No one else will know."

Ji Yutong nodded and said nothing more, waiting quietly.

Seeing Duan Fei, who was handcuffed and shackled, Zhang Yang burst out laughing, laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

At first, Duan Fei didn't recognize Zhang Yang, thinking the police were about to interrogate him. As Zhang Yang's laughter grew louder, Duan Fei couldn't help but look up. At that moment, he recognized Zhang Yang.

"It's you, are you a police officer?" Duan Fei asked, disbelieving.

"Of course not!" Zhang Yang said with a cold laugh.

Duan Fei sensed something was off in Zhang Yang's tone and looked at him in confusion. He didn't know why Zhang Yang was here or how he could be wearing a police uniform if he wasn't a police officer.

"Want a cigarette?" Zhang Yang took out a pack of cigarettes from his clothes, lit one for himself, and offered one to Duan Fei.

Duan Fei licked his lips and said, "Give me one."

Zhang Yang smiled, took out a cigarette, and extended it to Duan Fei. Duan Fei reached out to take it, but just as he was about to touch it, Zhang Yang let go, and the cigarette fell to the ground. Duan Fei's face changed, and he said, "Zhang Yang, what's your game?"

"Can't believe you're still putting on a tough act even when you're about to die. What a show. If you want to smoke, pick it up yourself," Zhang Yang said.

Duan Fei's face turned pale. Having been a big shot before, he couldn't bring himself to do such a humiliating act. He glared at Zhang Yang and said, "Zhang, are you here to mock me? I, Duan Fei, haven't wronged you!"

Zhang Yang ignored him, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Feels so good." Then he said coldly, "Exactly, I'm here to mock you. What can you do about it?"

Duan Fei cursed, "Damn it, when I get out, I'll kill you."

"You think you'll get out? Dream on. Do you think Xiao Fei will let you go? I've already gotten the news. He's planning to take you out," Zhang Yang said with a cold laugh.

Duan Fei didn't believe it and said, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"Why impossible? Do you think after all these years of working for Xiao Fei, he'll remember your contributions? Don't dream. And what did you say when you were arrested? Don't you remember?" Zhang Yang said.

Duan Fei's face turned completely pale.

At first, when he was arrested, nothing had happened. But the police, upon learning he was a big shot in Jin City, beat him mercilessly, trying to get information to claim credit. Unable to withstand the beating, he revealed Xiao Fei and, once he started talking, couldn't stop, even exposing Wang Yunlai. Thinking about this, Duan Fei couldn't maintain his composure.

Zhang Yang didn't know what Duan Fei had said, but he guessed that since Ma Guojun had said this, Xiao Fei must have said something he shouldn't have. His bluff seemed to have worked.

"Remember now? I have some good news for you. After Xiao Fei leaves here, he'll start making arrangements. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow night, you'll commit suicide out of fear of punishment," Zhang Yang said.

Duan Fei shouted frantically, "You're lying, you're lying!"

"Whether I'm lying or not, you know. After following Xiao Fei for so long, don't you know what kind of person he is? Do you think betraying him will end well for you? Don't dream. Wake up, Duan Fei," Zhang Yang said.

"Who are you! Who are you really? How do you know so much? I never told you my boss is Xiao Fei. How do you know? How did you get in here? Where are the police? Where are the police?" Duan Fei glared at Zhang Yang and shouted.

Zhang Yang threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stomped on it fiercely. "I know a lot. Don't bother shouting; no police will come. As for who I am, I'm Zhang Yang. Looks like you really don't remember this name. Let me remind you. A few months ago, you and your gang beat someone up at Xiaofei Yang Hotpot and threw him in detention. That person was me."

Duan Fei looked at Zhang Yang's fierce face, unable to believe his ears. This was the person he had beaten and thrown into detention. Wasn't he just a regular worker? How could he now have money, a car, and even access to the detention center? Zhang Yang was a vague memory for Duan Fei, as it was the first time he had helped Wang Tianyu. At the time, he thought he was currying favor with the boss's son, which would lead to a bright future.

He never imagined that the Zhang Yang he had beaten was the same Zhang Yang in front of him. The difference between the two was too great to recognize.

"That day wasn't my fault. It was Xiao Boss's order to help Wang Tianyu beat you. I'm sorry, Zhang Yang. I'm sorry. Please save me, save me!" Duan Fei clung to Zhang Yang as his last hope.

He already believed what Zhang Yang said. In fact, after regaining consciousness, he had been in a state of fear. He hadn't intended to betray Xiao Fei, but his mind had gone blank under the police's beating, and he couldn't hold back. When Xiao Fei visited him in the afternoon, everything seemed fine until Xiao Fei received a call and his expression changed. At that moment, he knew something was wrong.

"Saving you isn't impossible. It depends on how you behave," Zhang Yang said with a smile, his eyes filled with disdain.

Duan Fei didn't notice Zhang Yang's expression and said excitedly, "I have money, bank deposits. I'll give it all to you. Please save me, save me!"

Zhang Yang shook his head. "I don't need money."

"Then what do you want? I'll agree to anything," Duan Fei said.

Zhang Yang had initially planned to toy with Duan Fei. But hearing this, he realized it was a perfect opportunity. He had intended to reveal his identity and humiliate Duan Fei, but that wouldn't get him the evidence he needed and might even lead to his betrayal. If Xiao Fei visited Duan Fei again or if Duan Fei found a way to contact Xiao Fei, he would be in danger.

Why not go with the flow and let Duan Fei think along his lines?

Zhang Yang's expression turned particularly stern. "Duan Fei, to be honest, I wish you were dead here, but my boss doesn't want you dead. It depends on how you behave."

Duan Fei remembered Zhang Yang selling gold bars that day and felt a glimmer of hope. If Zhang Yang's boss could sell so many gold bars, he must be a big shot, possibly on par with Wang Yunlai. If this person was willing to save him, he could survive. Seeing Zhang Yang in a police uniform, he knew the guy had strong connections.