Ironclad Evidence

Wang Jiu, having weathered his fair share of storms, was utterly stunned by this bolt from the blue.

His own son had reported him.

Not only did he not believe it, but everyone present reacted with disbelief.

"How is that possible?"

"Has Wang Qian gone mad?"

"Could it be... from just now..."

"Is it because of Xiao Ling?"

"This... this... why is he so impulsive?"

Wang Qian's report shocked everyone because it meant Wang Qian had also reported himself. They found this decision utterly incomprehensible.

But then, thinking about how Wang Qian had turned against his father for Xiao Ling, acting like he'd "tolerated him for two years," it wasn't entirely impossible when combined with this incident.

All one could say was, Wang Qian was a complete idiot!

He'd completely screwed his father over.

The entire syndicate was practically rounded up. Although twenty percent of the members weren't present, they would inevitably be caught under this sudden action. There was no escape.

A group of people, heads bowed, were led out of the company. Reporters had already arrived at lightning speed.

Wang Jiu was seen muttering, "Rebellious son! Beast! Woman of ruin..."

The others were also filled with indignation, cursing Wang Qian.

After some questioning, the reporters understood the whole story and were incredibly excited.

"Wow, explosive! Son reports stepmother, father and son fall out over a woman, son turns around and reports his father, directly cracking down on an illegal syndicate!"

"Ninth Master, I know this guy. My son was driven to gambling by him. I never expected him to fall at his own son's hands. It's true retribution."

"Hmph, that Wang Qian isn't any good either. He's also committed heinous crimes. The fact that he dared to call the police is unbelievable."

Wang Jiu was filled with immense hatred. As he was escorted to the police station, he slowly recovered from the shock.

He began to think calmly: There won't be any evidence. Even if there is, it won't be sufficient. I'll just hire a good lawyer.

With this thought, he immediately started shouting in the station, demanding to see a lawyer.

Shortly after, Captain Zhang returned with a squad of police officers and happened to hear Wang Jiu shouting, "You have no evidence."

Captain Zhang sneered, "No evidence? Your son's diary contains all your criminal evidence, and it clearly states where the evidence is packaged and stored."

As he spoke, police officers returned carrying a pile of exhibits.

Wang Jiu's eyes blurred.

Captain Zhang said, "These were all found at your company, home, and other locations mentioned in the diaries. You still say there's no evidence?"

"This is the video of you cutting off someone's finger when forcing them to repay a debt."

"This is the murder weapon and fingerprints from when you committed the crime and disposed of the body."

"And this photo – where did you put all these organs?"

"And this ledger – where did all this unexplained money come from?"

"And this recording – this is all evidence of you running illegal gambling operations."

Captain Zhang presented numerous pieces of evidence, one by one, forming a solid chain of evidence that substantiated at least fifty percent of Wang Jiu's actions.

Once witnesses were found, victims testified, and Wang Jiu's subordinates were interrogated, the chain of evidence would become even more complete.

These were indeed things Wang Jiu had done.

He was utterly terrified, pointing at the evidence with trembling hands. "Where did all this come from? Impossible! How could I have left so much evidence?"

Captain Zhang snorted, "You have a good son. This much evidence is enough for prosecution. You should confess honestly."

Pfft!

Wang Jiu's body went limp. Hearing that it was Wang Qian's doing, he thought Wang Qian had been secretly collecting evidence all these years, waiting for this day.

He went to such lengths. Wang Jiu collapsed instantly.

"Rebellious son, to save a woman, you secretly collected my criminal evidence for two years? You'd even risk mutual destruction?"

"I... I... I'll give her to you, okay? You beast!"

Wang Jiu vomited blood and fainted.

In an interrogation room, two brothers stared in horror at a video recording.

The video showed them and Wang Qian dissecting a human body in an operating room.

A police officer beside them said coldly, "You've been watching this for half an hour. Still not confessing?"

"Confess to what? It really wasn't me!"

"Yeah, that's not me in the video!"

The police officer said, pointing at the face in the video, "Isn't this you?"

He then asked the other person, "You don't admit this is you either?"

The two brothers quickly nodded.

"Slap!"

The police officer slammed the table in anger. "Am I blind? This is the original video, with no signs of tampering. You will both confess honestly."

The two brothers started crying. They had indeed stabbed people before, but never on an operating table. This was about taking another life, so they absolutely wouldn't admit it.

"I don't know... we really didn't do it..."

"It must be Wang Qian! Wang Qian filmed this secretly, he faked this video!"

The police officer angrily retorted, "I told you, this video wasn't tampered with! This is ironclad evidence, and you still won't admit it?"

One of them immediately cried, "We really didn't do it! This person was another doctor! I'll tell you where he lives!"

The other also said, "That's right! This is a doctor's job! How would I know how to perform surgery!"

The police officer sneered. These two certainly didn't know how to perform surgery.

But the problem was, this particular surgery didn't require much skill, because there was no need to ensure the recipient survived.

They had even removed the heart; the person was bound to die anyway. Was skill important? They only needed to ensure the desired organs were intact. As for other miscellaneous parts, accidental injuries were accidental injuries.

Many black market doctors who harvested organs weren't actually professionals. They just learned the steps a few times from someone else and then went into practice.

The police officer said, "You beasts, daring to cut people open without medical skills. That makes sense, since you weren't planning on letting them live anyway, so it didn't matter, right?"

Hearing this, one of them said aggrievedly, "I really don't have medical skills!"

"Hmph! You dare to say that? You don't even have the right attitude!" The police officer, furious, pointed at the camera. "Look at you! You were even shaking your leg while performing surgery! Are you even human!"

The man was stunned. In the video, he was indeed shaking his leg, and he was shaking it nonchalantly while operating.

In reality, his legs under the table were also shaking violently.

He was very fond of shaking his legs; he couldn't control it. It was a persistent habit of his. Seeing the video now, which even contained such a detail, he truly couldn't understand why.

The two men looked at themselves in the recording, growing more and more alarmed the longer they watched.

Their appearance, clothing, voices, and even their unconscious habits were all perfectly replicated.

In a daze, they themselves began to doubt, thinking they were dreaming.

"Did we really do it?"

"Why isn't it like this in my memory?"

Seeing their dazed expressions, the police officer took out a pile of fingerprint evidence.

"Whether you admit it or not, the evidence is ironclad. The court will decide. Your admission or denial will not affect the court's judgment!"

The police officer had seen many people who, due to the enormity of their crimes, refused to admit guilt. Even with irrefutable evidence, they would grit their teeth and deny it, thinking they could delay the proceedings or evade severe punishment.

It was too naive. The legal procedures were formal, the chain of evidence was extremely thorough, and the police only needed to file the charges. The court would judge as it saw fit, completely unaffected.

The two men were on the verge of collapse. One of them urgently shouted, "I have amnesia!"

"My memory is definitely wrong! I demand a psychiatric evaluation! Maybe I have a mental illness!"

The other man, hearing this, also quickly shouted, "Yes, I have a mental illness too!"

The police officer was amused and even more convinced that these two were the type who would never confess, no matter what.

As Bai Ge walked out of the company, he had already called the police. On the phone, he revealed many things and sent some evidence to the police via email.

Of course, he used Wang Qian's phone and email.

As for some physical evidence, he let the police follow the clues provided in the diary to find it themselves.

He left first, driving Wang Qian's car, and headed onto the highway, leaving Xiangfan City.

Everything had been planned by him, so the police were naturally a big step behind.

By the time the police launched a large-scale operation to arrest the fugitive Wang Qian, it was already too late.

"This Wang Qian screwed over everyone at Tianwang Company and ran off himself," said a pursuing police officer.

Another officer driving laughed. "This has opened my eyes. This Wang Qian clearly planned this long ago, silently collecting evidence of his father's and others' crimes. I wonder what he was after."

"Are they really father and son? I heard it was for a woman..."

"What a freak. But that woman didn't leave with him, so he had to run off alone! Hmph, does he think he can get away?"

The police quickly traced Wang Qian's car and, upon learning he had gone directly onto the highway, rushed to pursue him.

After about twenty minutes of pursuit, they spotted an abandoned car stopped on the highway. As for the person inside, they had likely already left.

"They abandoned the car and fled! There must be footprints, chase them!"

As expected, the police found footprints at the spot below the highway and quickly began tracking them on foot.

However, they didn't find Wang Qian until they reached a riverbank.

"He jumped into the river and escaped? Quickly! Split up and search along the banks."

The police split into four groups and searched until nightfall, but found no trace of Wang Qian.

After dejectedly returning to the station to report their findings, Captain Zhang slammed his fist on the desk. "He actually got away!"

One of the bureau chiefs remained calm. The credit for this bust was already substantial, and with Wang Qian having escaped, it wasn't a major issue.

The bureau chief calmly stated, "Issue a nationwide wanted notice. He won't be able to run far."

"Everyone worked hard this time. Let's put in some overtime today, and I'll treat everyone to a meal tomorrow."

Hearing this, the police officers who had been frustrated about losing Wang Qian quickly felt at ease.

They all believed that the escaped Wang Qian was at the end of his rope and would inevitably be caught sooner or later.

Little did they know, the 'Wang Qian' they were looking for had already changed his appearance, wearing a completely different set of clothes and shoes.

He accompanied a person brought in to cooperate with the investigation and walked right into the police station in broad daylight.

This was, of course, Bai Ge. He had easily evaded the police.

At the moment, he was with Shao Yuan, just going through the motions.

There was video evidence of Shao Yuan's involvement, proving he had indeed done work for the syndicate.

However, the video showed him being coerced, and the events depicted fully met the criteria for being forced into crime, which could exempt him from punishment.

Furthermore, the person being interrogated confessed to having gone to his home and clinic to control and monitor him.

The police, already biased against the syndicate, began to sympathize with Shao Yuan.

In the end, Shao Yuan only had to turn over the illicit gains he had made, record some statements, and then he was allowed to go home.