One-Way Ticket

Feng Jun was unmoved by the constable's hint. He merely reminded him that the injured Liu Shuming had recently been suspected of robbery and rape. Nobody knew how the bastard had gotten out, so they ought to look into it.

The constable's response was just one word: "Oh," delivered with utter nonchalance.

It was no wonder they did not take it seriously. If someone suspected of such crimes had been released, there had to be a reason.

They were all constables. If they went digging into a case a colleague had already handled, would that not be disrespectful?

On the contrary, because Liu Shuming had taken an iron rod to the forehead and the extent of his injuries was still unknown, Feng Jun was not allowed to leave—not even after posting bail.

Before long, someone had arrived to bail out Brother Hong. He was the deputy general manager of an entertainment venue and said Liu Hong was the head of security at his company, with heavy work responsibilities. If they had no sufficient reason, they should release him quickly. Bail money and such were negotiable.

Naturally, the constables would not release someone just because of some minor deputy general manager—put bluntly, the man was just an employee himself.

However, the constables on duty soon received several more calls. Finally, the deputy director on duty frowned and spoke. "Clear out the irrelevant people. This is the constabulary, not a marketplace. Those who should leave, leave. Those who should be detained, stay. What kind of mess is all this noise?"

Clearly, Feng Jun had to remain. He had injured someone, an indisputable fact. As for his claim that he had been robbed, there was currently not enough compelling evidence.

Brother Hong pointed at two underlings. "You two stay and explain what happened.