Presently, a young man, perhaps around twenty-five, entered and called out to the middle-aged man, "Vice Chairman, you sought me out?" "Yes. You will immediately take a squad of men to the A City Police Department, retrieve a person for me, and select a suitable replacement to be the Director of the A City Police Department, removing the current one.

I don't need to elaborate on how to handle the disposal, do I?" the middle-aged man said, his expression momentarily freezing. "Yes, your subordinate understands!" The newcomer, named Li Han, responded with great deference.

"Good. Also, if that brat asks about you, you should know how to answer, right?" "Understood!" "Go on then!" The middle-aged man waved his hand and settled back into his office chair, taking a deep breath.

Looking at the mountain of documents before him, he couldn't help but sigh, "A headache, a headache. When will that wretched boy ever achieve something significant?

At least enough to reduce my workload!" The reason why this man spoke this way, and why he repeatedly helped Yang Yi, remained unclear. Was it solely due to Elder Yang's relationship with him?

Or perhaps there were other, indeed perplexing reasons? Meanwhile, on the other side, Fatty Lin and Feng Shi had done nothing active, but Feng Shi had just hung up a phone call.

She turned to Fatty Lin and said, "Someone has already been dispatched to fetch the Young Master!" "Damn it! What kind of call was that?

Why is it that every time the police arrest Yi-ge, she makes a call, instead of discussing how to rescue Yi-ge with the rest of us?" This incredibly powerful phone call left Fatty Lin utterly baffled. "Feng Shi, tell me honestly, why is it that every time Yi-ge gets arrested by the police, a call from you is enough to secure his release so easily?" Fatty Lin finally couldn't contain his curiosity and asked.

"I'm sorry, I can't say for now, and I don't know the reasons myself!" Feng Shi replied with an innocent look. "I’m sweating...

What kind of answer is that? If you don't even know, why bother making the call?" Fatty Lin inwardly felt a wave of cold sweat...

At this moment, inside the A City Police Station, after being escorted to the interrogation room by the two officers, no one had entered to see Yang Yi. Yang Yi stood in the interrogation room where he had first glimpsed the moonlight, a cold smile playing on his lips, tinged with a hint of self-mockery.

"Unbelievable, I never thought I'd find myself back here again!" "Director!" "Come in!" At last, Director Ling managed a semblance of a smile, though it was a brittle, forced thing. He sat in his chair, methodically wiping down his sidearm and loading a fresh round.

The Captain of the Police Brigade, who had just walked in, visibly flinched upon seeing his Director polishing his pistol, and stammered, "That person has been brought in!" "Mmm, I know. Which cell is he in now?" Director Ling asked, his smile thin.

"In Cell B!" "Good. I will interrogate him personally in a moment.

You can leave now!" "Yes!" The Police Captain felt a knot of dread tighten in his stomach. That brat is surely finished, he thought.

It's been a long time since I've seen the Director look that terrifying. Alas, today is surely a day of bloodshed!

Time ticked by, but Yang Yi, seated in the interrogation room, paid no mind to its passage. He waited naturally, knowing that Director Ling would surely come for him—if for no other reason than the fact that Yang Yi had killed his son.

Thud! The door to the interrogation room swung open.

Director Ling entered with a sinister expression, and when his eyes landed on Yang Yi, the resentment burning within them intensified uncontrollably. "Is it finally time?" A cold sneer touched Yang Yi's lips, a smile that held a hint of something ghostly and playful, not the grin of a thug, but one steeped in profound amusement.

"Hahahaha!" Director Ling let out a bizarre burst of laughter, slamming the door shut. His face contorted into a mask of savagery as he snarled, "Did you ever imagine a day like this would come?" "Hmmph?" Yang Yi knew the man had fully accepted him as the murderer of his son, so there was no need for any roundabout evasions.

He countered, "Then... did you ever imagine that you would have a day like this?" "Hmph!

What exactly did my son do to offend you that you could be so ruthless? There isn't even a body left!" Director Ling’s voice grew rigid, as if he were desperately suppressing the agony consuming him.

"Why don't you ask your son?" Yang Yi retorted with a smile. Swish!

Director Ling snapped to attention, drawing his pistol and aiming it steadily at Yang Yi. He smirked menacingly, "Tell me, if I pull this trigger now, will you still be alive?" "What if I told you that the one dying today will be you?" Yang Yi’s demeanor instantly turned icy.

He intensely disliked being pointed at with a gun. Narrowing his eyes, he spoke coldly.

Director Ling seemed to have already thrown caution to the wind. He said coldly, "Aren't you afraid?" "Afraid?" A demonic grin spread across Yang Yi’s face as he stood up.

"Afraid? Yes, I am afraid.

I'm afraid of losing my life, hahaha!" "You're afraid, so why are you laughing!" Director Ling snapped, his voice sharp, as if he were teetering on the edge of madness. Indeed, hatred could slowly corrode a person's mind, causing them to shed their inherent self and commit acts of profound foolishness.

"You ask why I laugh? Hahahaha!

I laugh at you! I laugh at your stupidity, I laugh at your idiocy!" Yang Yi sneered with disdain.

"Hmph!" Director Ling let out a cold snort, seemingly about to pull the trigger. But a sudden thought flashed through his mind, causing him to pause.

"What is your connection to the Southern Military Region?" "No connection," Yang Yi stated plainly. "No connection?

If there's no connection, why did they come to save you last time? It was my miscalculation!

My terrible miscalculation! If I had just finished you off back then, my Bin'er wouldn't be dead, and worse, without a trace left!" Director Ling lifted his head, grieving deeply.

"Is that so?" Yang Yi gave a cold smile. "Hmph!

Since you killed my son, today I will take your life as payment." Director Ling finished speaking, and instantly there was the sound of the door being kicked open: BAM! CRACK!

A loud gunshot echoed. "Stop!" A young man's shout rang out.

Whoosh—Whoosh! The sound of a ghostly figure moving, barely audible over the din, yet it happened in the blink of an eye.

Yang Yi held Director Ling's neck in one hand, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the man. "You...

cough cough cough!" Director Ling’s hand loosened, and his pistol clattered onto the floor. His face slowly began to turn a shade of purple, and his hands clawed uselessly at Yang Yi’s grip.

"You asked why I killed your son? Hahaha, if you want to know, ask him in hell!" Yang Yi's voice was chillingly cold.

Before the young man who had burst through the door could even react, a crack! sound halted his forward momentum.

Thud! Yang Yi tossed the now-dead Director Ling aside with utter disdain.

He glanced at the youth who had broken in and said coolly, "And you are?" "Is he a monster?" The young man who burst in was none other than Li Han, dispatched by the mysterious middle-aged man. He was utterly shaken.

To lift a grown man with one hand and dispose of a corpse so casually—a monster, an absolute monster. He froze for a moment before recovering.

"Hello, are you Yang Yi?" Hearing the youth utter his name, Yang Yi couldn't help but knit his brows. His eyes began to tinge red as he stared fixedly at Li Han.

"Uh, please don't misunderstand, I'm just here to take you out," Li Han said quickly, feeling a wave of dread from the sharp, penetrating gaze that seemed to bore straight into his soul. He hastened to explain.

"Oh? To take me out?" Yang Yi retracted his intensity, looking puzzled.

"Yes. Who I am is unimportant; what matters is that you come out with me now," Li Han replied with a slight smile.

He felt a strange sense of bewilderment as the young man before him suddenly seemed much milder. "There’s such a good thing happening?" A familiar, almost roguish smile appeared on Yang Yi's lips as he patted his clothes, which were utterly free of even a speck of dust.

"There is such a good thing!" Li Han confirmed. "Then what about him?" Yang Yi glanced at the deceased Director Ling.

"Kill him, and it’s as if he never existed!" "Oh ho?" Yang Yi looked at Li Han with surprise. "You are quite interesting!" "As are you.

However, this is not the time for pleasantries. Please, come with me first," Li Han said with a placid smile.

"Fine," Yang Yi agreed. The two walked out of the interrogation room.

Li Han glanced at the officers waiting outside. He didn't address them but turned instead to a middle-aged man whose features seemed mature, yet whose face radiated unyielding integrity.

"Starting today, you will serve as the Director of the A City Police Department. You understand how to handle the internal situation, correct?" "Your subordinate understands!" the newly appointed Director acknowledged.

Whoosh! A wave of silent mental clamor erupted among the waiting officers, yet it remained strictly internal; they dared not express it.

They were utterly bewildered, having no clear understanding of what had transpired. Their curiosity, however, was immense regarding the young man’s identity—to be able to appoint a new Director so casually suggested an exceptionally high level of authority.

"Good. Then I leave it in your hands," the young man said, gesturing toward Yang Yi with an inviting hand.

Yang Yi understood and, despite his curiosity about Li Han's background, recognized that leaving the premises was the priority.