Qin Churan raised her head, her bloodshot eyes locked on Chen Lin with an all-or-nothing resolve.
"As long as you can make them talk, I'll agree to any condition, provided it doesn't cross my bottom line as a police officer."
Looking at the woman before him, who had been pushed to the brink of collapse, Chen Lin finally let the teasing smile slowly fade from his face.
He straightened up, his expression turning serious.
"Officer Qin, what kind of person do you take me for? A scumbag who takes advantage of someone in trouble?"
He sighed softly and shook his head.
"I'm not helping you because of your 'conditions.'"
Chen Lin looked at her, his tone level.
"It's simply because I hate those pieces of trash too."
"The thought of letting them breathe for even one more second makes me sick."
"Helping you means cleaning the garbage out of my hometown."
Qin Churan froze completely.
She had imagined countless possibilities.
Chen Lin mocking her, rejecting her, demanding an exorbitant price...
But she had never expected him to say something like this.
A sudden surge of warmth flooded her eyes, blurring her vision in an instant.
"Give me their files."
Chen Lin held out his hand, his usual composure returning to his voice.
Qin Churan snapped out of her daze. She hurriedly took her phone from her pocket, pulled up the detailed files on the key suspects with trembling fingers, and handed it to Chen Lin.
When Chen Lin and Qin Churan emerged from the study, Song Qiuya and Qin Chuxia immediately looked over with concern from the living room.
They keenly sensed that although Qin Churan's expression was still complicated, the oppressive air around her had vanished.
Chen Lin glanced at the wall clock. It was exactly nine thirty at