Seeing the Director’s somber expression, Li Weiguo felt a sense of unease at the pit of his stomach, his eyes cutting to the young man. Could it be... "I said let him go out," the Director stated firmly, brooking no doubt. Li Weiguo clenched his teeth in frustration and, with the help of two police officers, reluctantly left the room. As the door of the interrogation room closed, silence descended. Director Zhao, hunching his back, walked over and tentatively asked, "Master... Yan?" The young man lifted his gaze, and upon seeing those eyes, Director Zhao’s heart skipped a beat. There was no mistaking them; those eyes were just like Mayor Yan’s. The Yan family had two sons, and it was said that the eldest was exceptional and carried himself with extraordinary poise. Could it be the person before him was the eldest? The young man curved his lips into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, a mocking light in them that made Director Zhao’s heart sink. Heaven... It must be Eldest Young Master Yan. Cursing Li Weiguo in his mind for bringing Master Yan into the station, he didn’t want to descend into hell, especially not dragged by him. Although Mayor Yan had recently stepped down and transferred to Capital City, it was a promotion. Not to mention the Yan family’s backing—a family that could shake Capital City with a mere stamp of their foot. Furthermore, Mayor Yan’s political achievements over more than a decade in Jiangzhou, along with his extensive network of connections, were still intact. Even though he had left, his influence remained. Crushing him, a mere precinct chief, would be easier than killing an ant. At the thought of Li Weiguo messing with Master Yan, his vision darkened, and he wished he could faint, but he could not afford to pass out now; he had to try his best to rectify the situation. "It’s all a misunderstanding. I apologize for startling Master Yan; I will immediately arrange for someone to escort you home. Regarding tonight’s incident, could you possibly overlook it?" He clearly wanted to downplay what could become a major issue, but he wasn’t sure of Master Yan’s temperament. Mayor Yan treated the people as if they were his own children, never putting on airs. His son had never been the subject of negative rumors, so he must be an agreeable person as well, right? Unfortunately, everything was beyond his expectations. He had forgotten what had been said over the phone earlier. "Overlook it?" Yan Song tilted his head, a smile playing on his lips that didn’t reach the depths of his cold, dark eyes, which rippled with an icy chill. Yan Song stood up, and only then did Director Zhao notice the person Yan Song was holding in his arms—an individual covered with a black coat, wrapped so tightly that their face was completely obscured. While he was guessing who might be in Master Yan’s embrace, Yan Song stepped past him, going over to kick the cold iron rod lying on the ground. "Does Director Zhao know what this is?" Upon seeing the object, Director Zhao’s forehead broke out in a cold sweat. That idiot Li Weiguo actually dared to raise his hand against Master Yan, he’d be unable to clear his name even if he had a hundred mouths. "This...this... It’s all a misunderstanding. It’s the negligence of my subordinates that offended Master Yan. Please, let us off this one time. I promise to discipline them afterwards," Director Zhao immediately assured, without letting go of the idea of punishing Li Weiguo. Follow current novels on ɴovelfire.net Li Weiguo was his most competent subordinate, someone who understood his thoughts perfectly, always flattering him and speaking highly of him. Although he was a bit of a scoundrel, he hadn’t brought about any disasters, so Director Zhao was willing to protect him. Now, if he had to cut Li Weiguo loose, his right-hand man, he would genuinely struggle to let go, hence he tried to buy some time. Yan Song, uninterested in further discussion, took out his cellphone, opened a recording, and played back Li Weiguo’s outrageous words in entirety, especially the phrase "Here, I am the law." Director Zhao’s face instantly turned pale. Yan Song put away his phone: "Those thugs, together with Officer Li, openly retaliated against me. Police colluding with criminals, setting up their own tribunal, and acting without restraint. Director Zhao, you openly shield your subordinate. These pieces of evidence will end up on the prosecutor’s desk first thing tomorrow morning. Do you think you can still be a chief for much longer?" His casual tone felt like a heavy lid pressing down on a pot, suffocating the heart beneath it. Yan Song no longer spared him a glance, hooking his lips into a smirk as he walked out. Yan Song kicked open the exit of the interrogation room and left. Li Weiguo and Jin Hu watched him with venomous looks, but Yan Song paid them no heed, striding forward. Two junior officers, prompted by Li Weiguo’s glare, hurriedly blocked Yan Song’s path. Yan Song paused and sneered, "Heh... You’ll never shed tears until you see the coffin." Director Zhao strode out, barking coldly, "What are you doing?" The two junior officers shuddered and called out softly, "Director." "Director, this man brazenly attacked the police, and his behavior is appalling. You can’t let him leave," Li Weiguo pleaded earnestly.