At that moment.
Zhang Chong suddenly understood.
No wonder Jiang Fu had spent the afternoon looking at Shen Yan with a wary gaze tinged with pity for someone not quite right in the head.
Supervisor Shen really did have something wrong with him.
Zhang Chong coughed.
"Supervisor Shen, we'd better get to the Detention Center. Any delay could cause trouble!"
Shen Yan nodded.
He started the car without much enthusiasm. "Don't worry."
"When the District Nine Martial Artist Guild and the District Nine Patrol Team demand someone's release together, the Detention Center won't dare pull anything."
"Whoever wants Xu Chi dead will need time to prepare, too."
Neither Wu Dezhao nor Wu Deming could have expected it.
Shen Yan and Zhang Chong would go straight to the Detention Center to get Xu Chi.
The car had barely pulled away.
Shen Yan's phone rang.
He picked it up.
His eyes flew wide.
"Who did you say?"
"Wu Deming from the Red Tiger Squad and Chen Weiju, the deputy director of the District Nine Martial Artist Hospital, want to see me?"
"Fine, got it."
"Take them to my Office."
Then.
Shen Yan lowered his voice. "Lock the door to my Office from the outside. Don't let them leave."
"Yes, yes. Turn on the Security System."
"Okay. Talk later."
He hung up.
Then Shen Yan burst into a strange laugh.
"Hahahaha! This is just—ahahahaha!"
"Fuck, they've walked right into the lion's den! Hahahaha!"
As he spoke.
He slammed a fist against the steering wheel.
In the passenger seat, Zhang Chong saw it.
He edged toward the door, his hand already on the handle.
If things went wrong, he would jump out and run.
Shen Yan looked at Zhang Chong.
He grinned.
"That's Wu Deming! I've been trying to find him, and he's delivered