In the Deputy Municipal Party Secretary's office, Vice Mayor Wei Shouhe's face was livid. He held his phone, unable to collect himself for a long time.
Was he hearing things?
He had made the call to order Min Aiwu to release Zhang Hao outright, only to meet with a flat refusal. Unable to contain his temper, he had snapped, "If you can do the fucking job, do it. If you can't, get out of the way."
He had never expected Min Aiwu to jump up and curse him back like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
In the past, Min Aiwu would never have dared talk back. Whenever he saw Wei Shouhe, he would bow and scrape, showing him every respect.
Where the hell had he found that kind of nerve?
No, no. He must have taken the wrong fucking medication!
"What did Min Aiwu say?" asked Jiang Hua, the Deputy Municipal Party Secretary and Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission, in surprise when he noticed the vice mayor's expression.
"He refused," Wei Shouhe said, forcing down his anger. He did not mention being cursed at. That was a little too humiliating.
"That doesn't sound right. I know Min Aiwu. Hmm, perhaps you were a little too harsh just now, and he couldn't take it. Here, let me call him," Jiang Hua said with a smile.
Vice Mayor Wei looked at the supremely confident Deputy Secretary Jiang and hesitated, but ultimately handed over Min Aiwu's phone number without a word.
An exceedingly strange atmosphere hung over the Municipal Public Security Bureau's conference room.
Both Director Zhou's side and Hu Chunqiu, Zhang Yu, Yu Yisheng, and the others had noticed that Deputy Director Min Aiwu radiated an overpowering air of "Cross me and I'll come for