Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 809: 805: Ye Fan Personally Interrogates (Part 2)

Chapter 809: Chapter 805: Ye Fan Personally Interrogates (Part 2)

“Did they use harsh measures and end up killing him?!”

The thought shocked the security team members.

Whether it’s the security team or the criminal police squad, or other departments, when interrogating suspects, although they might resort to “uncivilized” methods, everyone knows their limits. Not to mention death, even causing serious injuries to suspects is rare.

The last time a violent interrogation resulting in death happened in Mingde County was eight years ago, and that was due to the suspect having a heart condition—it was an accident.

But this time…

Hidden in the corner, Wang Xianzhong was finally back to his senses, strangely excited, murmuring to himself, “Dead, dead, hahaha, Ye Fan really killed someone!”

Meanwhile, more people, including Xu Xiangli, were still utterly bewildered.

Ye Fan wasn’t bothered. He stepped forward, patted Wang Qiang on the shoulder, and said, “Wang Qiang, you’re free now. Wake up.”

And then, something unexpected happened.

Wang Qiang, who had been like a dead dog, started convulsing like someone having an epileptic seizure, suddenly broke free from the two security members, fell to the ground, crazily wrapped his arms around Ye Fan’s leg, tears and snot flowing all at once.

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!”

Wang Qiang’s voice rang out hysterically, “I led people to the cosmetics factory to cause trouble not because of the factory construction issue, but because someone gave me two hundred thousand yuan to sabotage the cosmetics factory. I’ve spent thirty thousand and there are still one hundred seventy thousand at my home. After the job is done, that person will give me another thirty thousand as the remaining payment!”

Wang Qiang continued crying and sniffling, “I’ll compensate the injured workers for their medical bills. I didn’t confess earlier because Wang Xianzhong told me this morning that as long as I held out for twenty-four hours, he’d release me, and he’d look after me in the west of the city afterward!”

Everyone turned to look at Wang Xianzhong in the corner, their expressions peculiar.

Wang Xianzhong, with a fierce look, pushed aside the security members in front, rushed over, and kicked Wang Qiang, “What the hell are you babbling about?!”

He was about to kick again but was held back by Song Dazhuang from behind, his feet lifted from the ground, unable to break free.

Ye Fan turned around, coldly glanced at Wang Xianzhong, “Some comrades, do you want to go to the little black room for some quiet time?”

At the mention of the little black room, Wang Qiang jumped up as if seeing a ghost in broad daylight, climbed up from the ground, neurotically clung to Ye Fan’s leg once more, “No, no, no, I don’t want to go there. Oh, I remembered; the person who instructed me is the manager at Hongguang Real Estate, named Zhang Kun, and his phone number is saved in my phone! I recorded all our conversations!”

“Got it, got it.” Ye Fan smiled, patted Wang Qiang’s shoulder, “Go make a record. Write down what you just said and explain the whole situation in detail, then you can leave.”

“No, no, no, I won’t leave. I won’t go anywhere. I’ll stay right here. I’ve done many rotten things before. I want to confess, I want to change and start afresh…”

Ye Fan gestured, and two security members understood, pulled Wang Qiang off Ye Fan’s leg like removing adhesive tape, and were about to take him to the office, but Ye Fan reminded them, “Let him make the record here. I bet he won’t dare enter the room for at least ten days or half a month.”

Saying this, Ye Fan turned around, walked away under gazes of puzzlement, admiration, or awe from the crowd.

The moment Xu Xiangli regained her senses and hurried to catch up.

Song Dazhuang let go, released Wang Xianzhong back on the ground, snorted, “Such a thing!” and followed suit.

The trio left the office area, headed to the parking lot, Ye Fan opened the Volkswagen door, turned around, and seeing Xu Xiangli hesitating to speak several times, asked, “Want to know how I did it?”

Xu Xiangli nodded eagerly.

“Just ask Song Dazhuang, he knows.” Ye Fan glanced at Song Dazhuang, this tall and strong man scratched his head foolishly, looking perplexed.

“I, I just followed the leader’s instructions, took Wang Qiang to the basement, tied him to a bed where his hands, feet, and head couldn’t move, and then hung a bottle of mineral water above his head, pierced a hole letting the water slowly drip down.” Song Dazhuang said.

“Then what?” Xu Xiangli asked.

Song Dazhuang shrugged, “Then I closed the door and left.”

“This…” Xu Xiangli looked at Ye Fan again.

Ye Fan spoke solemnly, “Don’t try this lightly, with one slip-up, you can turn someone into an idiot.”

Saying this, he got into the car, started it, and added, “Oh, later send me Zhang Kun’s phone number from Hongguang Real Estate and the recording.”

Xu Xiangli replied with an “Hmm,” “Take care, boss.”

The modified Volkswagen drove out of the garage, and shortly after, Xu Xiangli sent the phone number and recording, Ye Fan returned to his place, took a shower, and said to Wei Ziling preparing dinner, “Ziling, I need to go out for a bit.”

Wei Ziling came out with an apron tied around her waist, “Will you have dinner outside?”

“Yes, no need to wait for me.” Ye Fan closed the door, rushed down the stairs, got into the car, dialed Zhang Kun’s phone number, and a moment later, a slightly hoarse voice answered, “Hello, who is this?”

The background was a bit noisy, with singing, women’s laughter, and the sound of glasses clinking.

Ye Fan spoke in a slightly teasing tone, “Brother Zhang, it’s me, Xiao Ye!”

“Xiao Ye?” Zhang Kun sounded puzzled.

“Brother Zhang, my dear Manager Zhang! You sure have a short memory for important people, it’s been only a little while, and you’ve already forgotten me?” Ye Fan said.

“Haha, how could it be, um, Brother Ye, how could I forget you!” Zhang Kun played the official tone.

Ye Fan chuckled silently, “Where are you having fun, Brother Zhang? I have some business to discuss with you, is now convenient?”

“Very convenient, very convenient!” Business seeking him out, Zhang Kun on the other end sounded obviously warmer, “Jinling Club, Room 402, there’s wine and beauties, waiting for you!”

“Okay, I’m coming over right away!” Ye Fan hung up, a smile forming at the corner of his lips. These business people are constantly in meetings, banquets, and clubs, dealing with all sorts of people daily, who would clearly remember anyone? And often these brief encounters can lead to business opportunities.

Ye Fan was precisely using this psychology to extract words from Zhang Kun, whom he had never met.

Jinling Club is one of the top leisure clubs in Mingde County, located above Jinling Hotel, encompassing KTV, bars, saunas, and card games, where the wealthy elites of Mingde like to frequent.

Ye Fan drove to the Jinling Hotel, went directly to the fourth floor, two receptionists with exceptional figures and looks greeted him continually, Ye Fan casually asked, “Where’s Room 2?”

A twenty-two or twenty-three-year-old beautiful service lady came over, “This way, sir.” She led him in front of Room 402 and after knocking, she turned and left.

The room door was opened, music flooded out.

A long-haired woman in a mini-skirt standing behind the door sized up Ye Fan, “Who are you looking for?”

Behind her, a chubby middle-aged man was holding a microphone, wailing “Barge Hauler’s Love,” his voice abruptly stopping, puzzled, he touched his seriously balding forehead, then suddenly put on a smile, “Yo, Brother Ye, come on in, come on in!”