The temperature in the living room abruptly dropped to freezing.
Chen Lin's gaze turned icy.
"Something happened?"
The Municipal Party Secretary nearly lost his soul in terror. He spun around and unleashed an almost inhuman roar at the people behind him. "Get the cars ready! Clear every road along the route! Get us to the First Detention Center as fast as possible!"
On the streets of Pearl City late that night.
A convoy led by the Municipal Party Committee's number-one car, with dozens of heavily equipped police vehicles clearing the way, sounded its highest-level sirens. Ignoring every traffic light, it tore through the darkness like a sharp sword.
In the back seat.
Zhang Ruoxi clutched Chen Lin's hand tightly, her fingertips ice-cold.
Yang Yuting fidgeted anxiously, tears brimming in her eyes.
Fifteen minutes later.
The City First Detention Center.
Smoke filled the deputy director's office.
The deputy director who had taken bribes from Zhang Wei sat with his legs crossed, sipping tea and boasting to several subordinates about the new car he would soon be getting.
Boom!
A tremendous force blasted the door open.
A squad of fully armed SWAT officers stormed in like ravenous beasts, instantly pressing the dark muzzle of a gun against the deputy director's forehead.
The teacup shattered. The terrified men crouched on the floor with their hands over their heads.
Chen Lin strode in, surrounded by senior officials.
Following the SWAT officers' directions, they reached a cramped isolation cell at the end of the corridor.
The iron door swung open.
In a dark, damp corner, Zhang Tianyang lay curled on the floor like a dying dog.
He was covered in blood. His right leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, and all ten fingernails had been ripped out. Blood smeared the muddy floor.
"Tianyang!"
Yang