Chapter 27

As Ye Fan left, everyone in the interrogation room felt as if the pressure had been suddenly sucked out, making them feel much more comfortable.

"Captain... Captain Zhang!"

A moment later, the burly detective seemed to have thought of something and rushed to Zhang Li, reaching out to support him.

At the same time, everyone else also turned their gaze toward Zhang Li.

Under the light, it was clearly visible that Zhang Li's wrist was bent at an alarming angle, and a trickle of blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Whether it was due to his severe injuries or the shock from Ye Fan's actions, Zhang Li's face, which was usually somewhat tanned, had turned deathly pale, and sweat poured down his face like rain.

"Captain Zhang, are you okay?"

Seeing Zhang Li being supported, Li Bin quickly walked over. He did not mention Ye Fan but first inquired about Zhang Li's injuries.

"Five of you, go out and follow him immediately! Don't let him get away!"

Hearing Li Bin's question, Zhang Li seemed to have fully regained his senses. Without answering Li Bin, he first issued an order to his five subordinates, then said to Li Bin, "Director Li, you've seen the severity of the situation. Call Director Liu immediately and tell him I need to report personally!"

Upon hearing Zhang Li's command, the five detectives, who usually followed his orders without question, remained unusually still.

They looked at each other with默契, and in their companions' eyes, they saw a fear they had never seen before.

"Damn it, I just told you to follow him, not to catch him. What are you afraid of?" Zhang Li, seeing their hesitation, was so angry that he almost fainted, and he roared in anger.

"Ugh..."

In his anger, Zhang Li aggravated his internal injuries and spat out a mouthful of dark blood.

"Captain Zhang, don't get agitated, we'll go right away!"

Although the five detectives were terrified of Ye Fan, seeing Zhang Li spit blood frightened them even more, and they quickly responded. Li Bin, following Zhang Li's instructions, took out his phone and called Liu Baojun.

"I... I'll do it!"

Despite spitting out blood, Zhang Li insisted on reporting to Liu Baojun personally. After all, this mission was given to him by Liu Baojun himself, and if he failed to report personally, he would surely be abandoned by Liu Baojun in the future.

Hearing this, Li Bin hesitated for a moment but still handed the phone to Zhang Li.

Zhang Li took the phone with his uninjured left hand. Once the call was connected, he said weakly, "Director Liu, it's me."

"Zhang Li?"

To Liu Baojun, Zhang Li was one of his most trusted lieutenants. Although Zhang Li's voice was strange, he still recognized him and asked, "What happened? Why does your voice sound so odd?"

"Director Liu, I failed to complete the task you assigned me."

Zhang Li first cleverly self-criticized, then, without waiting for Liu Baojun to ask, explained, "I was injured by the person who beat Gou Wei. In addition, that person disarmed us and almost shot us!"

"What... What?!"

On the other end of the line, Liu Baojun was sitting on the sofa watching TV with his wife. Hearing Zhang Li's words, he was so shocked that he jumped up from the sofa, almost falling to the ground.

"Director Liu, that person is extremely skilled. I suspect he comes from a martial arts school, family, or underground organization." Zhang Li continued, "I suggest we immediately request the special police to capture him, and it would be best to borrow a military special forces unit—this person is too dangerous!"

This time, Liu Baojun did not speak. He ignored his wife's concerned inquiries and, without even putting on his slippers, walked straight to the study.

As the deputy director in charge of criminal investigations at the Hongkou Branch, Liu Baojun, due to his profession and position, knew that after the human disaster five years ago, martial arts schools, families, and underground organizations that had once been hidden in the shadows had emerged like mushrooms after the rain.

People from these martial arts schools, families, and underground organizations were often highly skilled, posing a significant threat to public safety and increasing the pressure on the police.

To alleviate the pressure on the police and ensure public safety, a special organization called 'Yanhuang' was established to deal with these special individuals from martial arts schools, families, and underground organizations who disrupted public order.

Whether out of fear of 'Yanhuang' or because these 'special individuals' rarely interacted with ordinary people, they had become much more restrained in the past three years, rarely engaging in activities that endangered society.

Liu Baojun never dreamed that he would encounter one in his jurisdiction!

"Zhang Li, listen, you and your subordinates must not take any action against the target!" After walking into the bedroom, Liu Baojun recovered from his shock and calmly issued the order.

Without waiting for Zhang Li to respond, he hung up the phone and immediately called Dong Jianjun, the head of the Hanghu police.

In an Audi car with the Hanghu police license plate 00001, less than ten kilometers from the Chunjiang police station, Dong Jianjun, the head of the Hanghu police, was smoking a cigarette and chatting with a middle-aged man beside him.

Under the egg-yellow light from outside the car, it was clear that Dong Jianjun and the middle-aged man were a stark contrast.

Dong Jianjun was somewhat balding, with a somewhat bloated figure and a belly that bulged like a pregnant woman's, while the middle-aged man was slender, his seemingly frail body filled with explosive strength.

"Old Dong, you should exercise more in the future. Otherwise, even if you climb to the top, it won't be useful if your body is in ruins." Seeing that Dong Jianjun had difficulty reaching for the ashtray, the middle-aged man smiled bitterly and handed it to him.

He was Dong Jianjun's comrade, who had called him while passing through Hanghu. They had dinner together and then went for tea and a chat, only ending their conversation just now, still feeling unsatisfied.

"Ah."

Dong Jianjun sighed, wanting to say something but suddenly felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He smiled apologetically, took out his phone, and saw that it was a call from Liu Baojun.

This discovery made Dong Jianjun somewhat puzzled. Despite his confusion, he did not avoid the middle-aged man and answered the call directly.

"Sorry, Director Dong, to disturb you so late."

When the call was connected, Liu Baojun's voice came through the receiver. Despite his efforts to remain calm, the tremor in his voice betrayed his true feelings, "I have something very important to report to you!"

"Hmm?"

Dong Jianjun was already puzzled by Liu Baojun's late-night call, and now, hearing his words, his confusion vanished, replaced by shock.

He was shocked because the police, like the military, operated on a hierarchical reporting system. Liu Baojun, as a deputy director, should not report directly to him.

Now, since Liu Baojun was reporting directly and emphasizing the importance of the matter, it was clear that the situation was urgent. He was very curious about what could make the usually steady Liu Baojun act so rashly!

"Go on."

"Director Dong, it's like this..." Liu Baojun did not dare to delay, and in the simplest and most direct way, he explained the situation.

"Don't let your people take any rash actions, wait for instructions!"

After listening to Liu Baojun's report, Dong Jianjun's expression changed several times. He decisively gave instructions and hung up the phone without waiting for Liu Baojun to respond.

"Old Dong, what's wrong?"

Seeing his comrade, who had been hardened by years in the political arena, with a rapidly changing expression, the middle-aged man could not help but ask.

"A martial artist has appeared in Hanghu. This person not only crippled an ordinary person but also injured my subordinates and disarmed them!"

Given Dong Jianjun's position and the special nature of his profession, such matters should have been kept strictly confidential, not even shared with family. However, he knew that although his comrade had retired to a secondary position in the 'Yanhuang' organization, 'Yanhuang' was specifically established to deal with 'martial artists.'

In this situation, he not only did not hide the information but also intended to have the middle-aged man take action.

After all, compared to the special police and special forces, the middle-aged man was better suited to deal with martial artists, and it was also his duty!

"Oh?"

Hearing Dong Jianjun's words, the middle-aged man, named Zhu Gang, suddenly widened his eyes, and his aura changed dramatically, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. "Where is that martial artist?"

"The person just left the Chunjiang police station." As he spoke, Dong Jianjun glanced out the window. "It's not far from here."

"Let's go immediately, we might still catch him!" Zhu Gang made an immediate decision.

"Sound the siren and get to the Chunjiang police station as fast as possible!" Dong Jianjun instructed the driver and then asked Zhu Gang, "Do you need backup?"

"No." Zhu Gang shook his head. "If I can't handle that martial artist, your people will only be sent to their deaths."