"I don’t have time to chit-chat with you right now. Send me the personal phone number of the Weinan Police Station director immediately, within one minute, or you’ll face the consequences." Without waiting for Su Jun to rage on the other end, he hung up the phone. Su Jun’s uncle was the Public Security Bureau Chief; getting the number of a small branch director was just a matter of a few words for him. Su Jun, who usually strutted around with the confidence of being the mayor’s son’s friend, now had to repay the favor. Before a minute passed, Su Jun’s text came through. Yan Song looked at Li Weiguo’s impatient eyes and dialed the number with a smile. Li Weiguo moved to grab his phone right away; did he really have connections with the director? No, he must not be allowed to succeed. Yan Song stretched his long leg and sent Li Weiguo’s round body tumbling away. Li Weiguo writhed in pain, cold sweat rolling from his forehead as two policemen hurried to help him up, "Brother Li, are you okay?" Li Weiguo spat out a mouthful of saliva venomously, eyes glinting coldly: "The audacity to assault a police officer, you’ve got some nerve." "I kicked you on purpose," Yan Song said with a cold laugh. Yan Song turned on the speakerphone. The first attempt didn’t connect. As the ringback tone ended, Li Weiguo sneered, "Our director is a busy man. How could he have time to answer your call? If you know what’s good for you, you’ll admit your guilt quietly. Otherwise..." Suddenly, the call connected. "Who is it? It’s the dead of night. Can’t a person get some sleep? Li Weiguo, is it you? Did something happen at the station?" The voice of a man came through, clearly audible in the hall. There was a moment of silence. Li Weiguo immediately leaned in, trying to gain the upper hand: "Director, there’s a criminal here causing trouble and assaulting an officer, refusing to admit his guilt and even trying to harass you. Don’t worry, I’ll handle this appropriately; you go back to sleep." "What is this mess..." Yan Song glanced at Li Weiguo and curled his lips, "Director Zhao, did your subordinate learn his skill of fabricating charges from you?" His tone was casual yet tinged with mockery, and somehow authoritative. The person on the other side of the phone hesitated, "Who are you?" "Don’t talk nonsense to me," Li Weiguo said, reaching out to snatch Yan Song’s phone. Yan Song sent another kick his way. This time, Li Weiguo was quick to dodge. Though he evaded the kick, he twisted his waist, wincing in pain. "Who I am is not important. What’s important is, your tenure as director will soon come to an end," Yan Song said and hung up the phone without further explanation. That statement had quite the impact. The director was a paranoid and suspicious person. Sensing the serious tone, his sleepiness vanished instantly. He put on his clothes and started running out, dialing back as he did. Every call he made was disconnected by the receiver. Director Zhao’s unease grew. What kind of trouble had Li Weiguo caused him? Yan Song raised an eyebrow at Li Weiguo, "I’m giving you one last chance." Li Weiguo was indecisive. Did the young man really have some powerful connections? After sizing up the youth carefully, he looked quite ordinary and unremarkable, but his bearing and features were not those of an ordinary person. Jiangzhou was full of the powerful and influential; what if he had offended someone truly significant... But the idea of backing down was intolerable to him. He couldn’t swallow his pride, yet losing face seemed better than losing his job. Having made up his mind, he prepared to back down gracefully, then someone tugged at his sleeve. He turned to see Jin Hu’s big face close to his. Jin Hu pulled him aside with a sly demeanor, "Brother Li, you can’t just back down . Are you going to believe everything he says? What will happen to your dignity as the head of the police station? How will your subordinates respect you if you let people talk you down ? And more importantly, think about your brothers, think about the young master..." Jin Hu’s words struck a chord. Li Weiguo was extremely vain and cared deeply about his reputation. To bow to a youth was downright humiliating, and Jin Hu had a way of flattering him and could even solve his son’s school admission issue. It wouldn’t feel right not to help. But this youth... He hesitated for a moment. Seeing his doubt, Jin Hu scoffed internally and injected a dose of courage, "Can’t you see this young man is bluffing? He’s just trying to scare us. Brother Li, you can’t let him intimidate you." Li Weiguo snorted, giving Jin Hu a sideways glance: "As if I, Li Weiguo, have ever been afraid of anyone." Follow current novels on NoveI★Fire.net