After hearing what he had to say, Director Li found himself with almost exactly the same questions.
If Ji Yanzhi hadn't wanted to save him, why had he led Xiao Hu and the others to him? If he had wanted to save him, why hadn't he told them where Ji Ting was from the start? Hadn't he considered that if anything happened to Ji Ting while he dragged things out, his crime would only become more serious?
Everything about this case seemed suspicious. Director Li decided to set it aside for now. "Let's keep an eye on what's happening over at State Security. They might turn up some new leads."
"Yes, sir."
Three days later.
A solemn-looking middle-aged man stood outside the ICU with his hands behind his back, looking through the glass at Ji Ting, who lay unconscious in the hospital bed.
After standing there for over ten minutes, he finally spoke. "How is Little Ji doing now?"
Director Liao replied, "The doctors say he's recovering fairly well. They managed to save his fingers in surgery, though their mobility may be affected in the future. The problems with his lungs are more serious. He still needs to be monitored."
The middle-aged man's brows drew tightly together as he turned a stern look on him. "I shouldn't need to remind you how important Little Ji is to the country. Every single person in your bureau, from top to bottom, needs to reflect deeply on the lapses in your work this time!"
Director Liao was about to speak when the man's tone grew even harsher. "Don't tell me Little Ji was the one who refused protection in the first place. Your people were stationed outside the Ji Family home twenty-four hours a day. When they saw Feng Lei drive out, why