Xu Hao raised his eyelids, lazily leaning back on the chair: "Didn’t I already say? Let me think, let me quietly recall by myself." "Are you senile? Does it take that long to remember something?" Ali impatiently snapped. "I just thought of a clue, and you shouted it away." Xu Hao crossed his arms in front of his chest, assuming an ’unconcerned by boiling water’ stance: "If you keep buzzing like a fly around my ear, I’m afraid I’ll really forget everything." "You got guts, don’t you?" Ali raised his eyebrow and grabbed Xu Hao’s collar, ready to yank him out of the chair. Zhou Liang intervened just in time to stop his colleague, then turned to Xu Hao, the faint smile on his face completely vanished: "Haozi, let’s not beat around the bush, if you don’t clear up the dealings with Cheng Jiashu today, you won’t be walking out of here." "Think about your mother, you wouldn’t want her to be worried sick at home, unable to sleep all night, would you?" Upon hearing this, the rogue look on Xu Hao’s face froze instantly. He glared at Zhou Liang fiercely, a flash of anger in his eyes, but ultimately managed to hold it back. Then, he took a deep breath, calmed himself, and once again sent an urgent plea for help to Fang Cheng through the Spiritual Link: "Boss, how should I respond to them?" "These guys are as stubborn as a turtle biting scales—absolutely certain, claiming to have seen me conspiring with White Owl in secret, suspecting I’ve betrayed the police team." "Damn it, when have I ever seen White Owl? If I can’t clarify this suspicion, they probably won’t let me leave the Special Search Team headquarters." "Boss, what should I do?" Fang Cheng pondered in the consciousness for a moment, then gave an instruction: "Continue behaving arrogantly." Xu Hao instinctively opened his mouth wide, exclaiming in surprise. Zhou Liang and Ali simultaneously looked at him. Xu Hao’s heart skipped a beat, he quickly covered his mouth, and started coughing violently, pretending to choke on his own saliva. Fang Cheng’s voice continued to come, calm and clear: "Tell them to have their superior officer, Gao Jin, come personally. This kind of secret, you can only tell him alone." Meanwhile, Zhou Liang leaned against the table, arms crossed, watching Xu Hao perform with cold eyes: "Is your throat uncomfortable? Do you want me to call a doctor for you?" "Or, you cooperate with us now, spill the beans, and this cup of coffee will be yours to soothe your throat." With that, he pushed the steaming coffee a little closer. Seeing Xu Hao still silent, Ali glared: "Playing dead, huh? Fine, let’s see how long you can keep it up. We’ll stick with you today." At this moment, Xu Hao, who had been hanging his head, suddenly raised it. He stared directly at Zhou Liang and said each word clearly: "I want to see Chief Gao Jin." Zhou Liang and Ali exchanged a glance, both somewhat surprised. Xu Hao changed to a more comfortable posture, crossed his legs, and said in a provocative tone: "Some things are beyond your pay grade." "Even if I tell you, you can’t make the decision, it will need to be reported layer by layer, what a hassle. Just call someone who can make decisions." "Damn, who do you think you are?" Ali was instantly enraged, clenching his fist ready to rush forward: "How dare you put on airs with us? Do you think you can see Chief Gao whenever you want? Today, I’ll teach you a lesson and make you understand clearly, I am your immediate superior!" Zhou Liang pulled him back again. But this time, his eyes also turned exceptionally sharp, staring at Xu Hao like evaluating the worth of merchandise. After a moment, Zhou Liang nodded slowly: "Fine, we’ll notify Chief Gao, but if you dare pull any tricks, in the Special Search Team interrogation room, we have various methods, then it won’t be about reasoning with you."