Chapter 97, A Promise Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold!

Don't recognize?

The thoughts of everyone present involuntarily stirred.

Because Qiu Yihan's identity was exposed, they assumed Tang Zhong was also someone extraordinary. A princess must be paired with a prince, right? Otherwise, why would they be so intimate, hugging and cuddling?

Therefore, after confirming Qiu Yihan's identity, while they arranged for her to stay in the lounge with tea, fruits, and snacks, they only placed Tang Zhong in a single room without further interrogating him.

They even didn't notify his school teachers.

What if this kid's family didn't want to expose their family's dirty laundry? Wouldn't they be making things harder for themselves?

Moreover, once this matter spread, it would require more effort and thought to handle. The more people who knew, the more dangerous it would be. They were considering the problem from Tang Zhong's perspective.

However, now this young man named William said he didn't recognize Tang Zhong. If he didn't recognize Tang Zhong, it proved that Deputy Director Huang Chao also didn't recognize him. This made the matter even more complicated for them.

Under Li Bo-tao's lead, Ji William and Huang Chao, among others, came to the police station's VIP lounge.

Qiu Yihan was huddled in the corner of the sofa, looking dazed, not knowing what she was thinking. The wound on her forehead from the fall had been treated, but a purple-red handprint still remained on her face.

Her skin was so tender, and Tang Zhong's slap was indeed quite heavy.

Various fruits and snacks were placed in front of her, but she didn't even glance at them.

Li Bo-tao's work was very thorough, and he even arranged for a young female police officer to sit far away, observing her every move.

Ji William gently knocked on the door and called out with a smile, "Yihan."

Qiu Yihan looked up, saw Ji William standing at the door, and her eyes reddened. She called out, "Brother William, where are my parents?"

"Uncle is in a meeting in the United States and can't return for a while. Aunt is on her way from Yanjing and should already be on the plane. Grandma was very worried when she received the call and asked me to bring a car to take you back home." Ji William walked to Qiu Yihan's side and said tenderly, "It's okay. It's okay. We're going back now. Grandma is waiting for you at home and has prepared a lot of delicious food for you."

Hearing that she could go back, Qiu Yihan quickly jumped off the sofa and cried, "I'll go back now. I want to see Grandma."

"Okay. We'll go back now. I'll take you to see Grandma." Ji William said with a smile.

As they were about to get into the car outside the police station, Qiu Yihan suddenly remembered something and said, "What about Tang Zhong? Is Tang Zhong not going back with us?"

"He has to wait a bit longer," Ji William said with a gentle smile. "The police still need to ask him some questions. After all, he is a party involved. He is the one who killed the person."

"Brother William, can you help him? He is innocent. It was that bad Taoist who wanted to kill us," Qiu Yihan explained anxiously.

Qiu Yihan's concern deepened Ji William's caution towards Tang Zhong, but he didn't show it.

"Don't worry. He will be fine. Didn't you say he was a victim, just defending himself? He will be back soon. You are also a party involved and know the details of what happened. Don't you trust him?" Ji William said, forcing Qiu Yihan into the car and closing the door for her.

Ji William turned to shake hands with Li Bo-tao and said, "Director Li, I'll leave this matter to you. If there are any issues, you can communicate with my lawyer."

He then took a business card from his pocket and handed it over, saying, "When you come to Mingzhu, let me treat you to a meal."

"Thank you, Mr. Ji. Thank you." Li Bo-tao bowed in gratitude.

"Uncle Huang, shall we go back?" Ji William said.

"Let's go. But I won't ride with you." Huang Chao said with a smile, walking straight to a Mercedes-Benz behind.

When the two Mercedes-Benz cars drove off, Li Bo-tao was still standing on the platform, seeing them off.

Deputy Director Huang Chao came and went in a hurry. Apart from Director Li Bo-tao, none of the other deputies or team members had the chance to shake hands and chat with him.

Although he secretly cursed Li Bo-tao for being a sycophant, the black-faced police officer Jiang Kai still walked over and asked, "Director, what should we do with that kid?"

Li Bo-tao frowned in thought.

Logically, that young man surnamed Ji, even if he didn't recognize Tang Zhong, should have said a word to help. After all, Miss Qiu Yihan and Tang Zhong were involved in the same case, and their relationship seemed quite good.

However, when he asked him, he only said, "I don't recognize him" in a cold tone and didn't say anything more.

What was his attitude?

Hostility.

Yes, hostility.

Ji William was hostile towards Tang Zhong.

Moreover, his subordinates reported that Tang Zhong and Qiu Yihan had a close relationship, and Ji William's concern for Qiu Yihan was obvious even to a fool.

Thinking about this, Li Bo-tao knew what order to give.

He patted Jiang Kai's shoulder and said, "Handle it as you see fit. Make sure to investigate this case thoroughly."

Handle it as you see fit?

Does that mean to handle it fairly?

The black-faced police officer sneered. He thought, "This kid has been pretending to be a tiger eating a pig and a lion. I'll see how I deal with you."

Flower Ming, Liang Tao, and others, who were sent to the second-floor meeting room, watched Qiu Yihan get into the car and leave, their faces becoming even more awkward.

"Qiu Yihan has a significant background," Liang Tao said.

"Rubbish. Look at the brands of her clothes. Look at the quality of the bracelet on her wrist. You can't even compare to her; you're just an LV display stand." Flower Ming felt like his entire body was about to explode.

So what if he had status and background? What's the point if he can't do anything?

Power, the one who can decide everything with a word, is the real power.

Money, the one who can move heaven and earth, is the real money.

Whether it's power or money, it must be in your own hands.

Unfortunately, he had nothing now.

"You can't take your anger out on me," Liang Tao said, also holding a grudge. "Do you think I wanted to see this happen to the second son? I want to get him out too, but I can't. I called my father, and he said he can't help here. You have a big background; why don't you call someone for help?"

"How do you know I didn't call? How do you know I didn't call?" Flower Ming grabbed Liang Tao's neck and shouted.

Liang Tao saw Flower Ming's distorted face and understood something.

He patted Flower Ming's shoulder and said, "Do your best. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Flower Ming, like a deflated balloon, suddenly slumped.

He sat in the chair, defeated, and said, "Why did Qiu Yihan just leave like that? Why did Qiu Yihan just leave like that?"

Lanhu Golf Course, the most upscale golf course in Mingzhu City.

On a flat grassy area, a young man with a strange appearance was swinging his club.

Hunched back, limping, but his golfing posture was very standard.

One swing, and the white ball flew like a beautiful little bird.

Then, a few young people around him clapped and cheered.

"Mr. You, your golf skills are getting better and better," a young man with long hair and a slicked-back hairstyle, like Xu Wenqiang from "Shanghai Bund," flattered.

"Mr. You hasn't played golf for a while. I thought you would stay in Northern Thailand, but I didn't expect you to come to Mingzhu to study. I wonder which teacher can teach you with your talent and ability. Why study? Come out and do business with us."

"Mr. You, your golf is so good. Can you teach me?" A tall, alluring girl walked over and pouted.

"Studying isn't about learning from someone," You Mu said with a smile. "It's about gaining knowledge. The more you know, the less likely you are to be deceived. Don't you agree?"

Everyone was full of awkwardness and resentment but still laughed and said, "Yes, yes, Mr. You speaks with such wisdom."

You Mu smiled and limped towards the golf cart.

At that moment, a middle-aged man in a black suit walked over quickly.

There are two types of people who wear suits on a golf course. First, the course staff. Second, subordinates or bodyguards of important figures.

Clearly, this middle-aged man was the second type.

He leaned in and whispered a few words to You Mu, who listened expressionlessly.

"Is it such a big deal that you had to come and report?" You Mu said with a smile.

"We remember every word of the young master," the middle-aged man said solemnly.

"Good attitude," You Mu nodded. "Loyalty shown through actions is better than those who only flatter with their mouths."

"Thank you, young master, for your praise," the middle-aged man said.

"However, this is also an opportunity," You Mu said. "Regardless of the outcome, I must keep my word. If he attempts to assault the police or tries to escape, it wouldn't be inappropriate to break one of his legs, right?"

"Yes," the middle-aged man replied.

"Go and take care of it," You Mu casually instructed. It was a small matter, a minor character, and he didn't really care.

"Yes," the middle-aged man answered and turned to run outside.

The three men and two women gathered around, and the one with the slicked-back hair asked, "Mr. You, is everything okay? Shall we continue playing?"

"Everything is fine," You Mu waved his hand. "I just suddenly remembered something and instructed someone to take care of it. When we do things, the most important thing is to keep our word, a promise worth a thousand pieces of gold."