Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The iron gate of the watchhouse opened, and Ma Xianyong accompanied the leader and the guards inside.

Director Dong hurried over and saluted Ma Xianyong.

"Good evening, Director. It's so late, yet you're still concerned about our work. It's truly exhausting."

In the presence of the leader, Ma Xianyong didn't bother with pleasantries with Director Dong.

"This is Chief Liao from the A military unit."

"He has military affairs involving a suspect detained here and came specifically to understand the situation."

Chief Liao frowned slightly.

"I remind you to mind your words. You've arrested the chief of the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions and don't even know it?"

"What, Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions, a chief?"

This startled Ma Xianyong significantly, and Director Dong was even more thoroughly terrified.

The Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions is under the National Security, a sharp military dagger.

Even an ordinary special agent is not someone a small watchhouse director like himself can provoke, regardless of their rank, identity, or standard.

Let alone, the person turned out to be the chief of the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions!

He watched Chief Liao tremblingly, "Could there be a mistake?"

"The people we arrest here are criminal suspects who have committed crimes, how could a chief of Hidden Dragon end up being arrested?"

Chief Liao didn't waste words with Ma Xianyong, asking directly.

"Alright, let me ask you, did you arrest a suspect named Fang Zhao a few days ago?"

"What, Fang Zhao?"

It was as if a bolt of lightning struck Director Dong's head, turning him into a toad struck by a thunderbolt, incredulously staring at Chief Liao.

"Chief, we indeed detained a suspect named Fang Zhao, who is suspected of vandalizing private property and injuring several people."

"Could this Fang Zhao be the one you're talking about... the chief of the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions?"

Chief Liao visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, that's him. Where is he? I'll personally fetch him out."

After saying this, Chief Liao seemed to remember something.

"By the way, Little Li, show them the General Police Department's document, and let them make copies for archiving."

A soldier behind Chief Liao took a document from a military satchel and handed it to Director Dong.

Director Dong was trembling all over as he received the document with shaky hands.

Seeing the bright red seal from the General Police Department, his heart sank into an ice cellar.

Ma Xianyong noticed Director Dong's odd expression, frowning.

"What's the matter? Where's the chief of the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions now?"

Director Dong stammered, barely able to speak.

"In... the interrogation room, something strange happened tonight."

"This suspect... oh no, this chief might know some inside information, so we..."

Chief Liao, hearing this, frowned, "Where's the interrogation room? Lead the way."

Director Dong, terrified, dared not speak.

Seeing the leader's face grow increasingly cold, Ma Xianyong immediately took the lead.

"The interrogation room is over there, Chief, please."

Chief Liao glanced at Director Dong lightly, then followed Ma Xianyong with large strides.

Director Dong snapped back to reality, quickly following.

He silently berated himself in his mind.

At this moment, it's possible the two prison guards are torturing Fang Zhao in the interrogation room.

If the chief sees that, it will be a disaster!

He ran ahead and loudly called out, "This way, Chief!"

Director Dong's voice was so loud, it seemed out of place.

Chief Liao frowned slightly, guessing something, but said nothing.

As the group entered the interrogation room, they saw Yang Fei's mouth and nose covered with a wet towel, leaning back on the chair.

The two prison guards stood beside him, paralyzed with shock.

Strangely, Yang Fei's mouth and nose were covered, yet he was unharmed and snoring loudly beneath the wet towel.

This guy fell asleep during torture, no wonder the two detectives stood dumbfounded beside him.

Seeing this, Chief Liao froze momentarily, his face turning as dark as a pot bottom.

He turned around, sneering at Director Dong and Ma Xianyong.

"You have some nerve, torturing a general, well, well, well done!"

He said "well" three times in a row, terrifying Director Dong and Ma Xianyong.

Ma Xianyong never expected Director Dong to be so brazen.

He turned around and slapped Director Dong hard, spinning him several times in place.

Ma Xianyong shouted angrily.

"Dong Chenghuan, you have some nerve! Do you think our rules are just for show?"

Chief Liao ignored the two and personally removed the wet cloth from Yang Fei's face.

Seeing Yang Fei's rosy complexion and steady breathing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Fei opened his eyes, yawned, appearing sleepy.

Glancing at Chief Liao's uniform, he suddenly clutched his chest in agony.

"You're finally here, I almost got killed by these bastards."

He said, coughing repeatedly, sticking out his tongue like a hanged ghost.

Then he rolled his eyes and tilted his head, collapsing on the interrogation chair, barely breathing, on the brink of death.

Ma Xianyong's heart nearly leapt out of his throat, feeling both panic and grievance.

This guy was snoring away earlier, but upon encountering the military chief, he's coughing and suffocating.

Clearly, he's targeting him and Dong Chenghuan.

The two prison guards stared at Yang Fei, dumbfounded, as if looking at a monster.

They covered Yang Fei's mouth and nose with the cloth for a minute, assuming he'd be unable to stand it.

Yet he kept his eyes closed, saying nothing and not struggling.

Just when they felt guilty and were about to let him go, they discovered he had started snoring.

Startled and angry, the prison guards were about to try another way to deal with him, but Director Ma and Director Dong suddenly came in.

Just moments before, Fang Zhao, who had been snoring away, instantly turned into someone on his deathbed.

Is this guy a chief or a swindler?

But of course, the two prison guards didn't dare say it.

It's a fact that they used unauthorized methods on Yang Fei, and now that it has been discovered, they're afraid they'll lose their jobs.

Everyone stared at the barely-breathing Yang Fei, too afraid to speak.

Chief Liao smiled faintly, patting Yang Fei's shoulder.

"Alright, stop pretending. Old Leader Wu Yuanzhong asked me to tell you, this time, you must not let the Demon Emperor escape."

"He knows you've suffered, and this year, the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions' military budget can be increased by three percent more than usual."

Hearing "military budget," Yang Fei immediately opened his eyes, his eyes glowing like a miser's.

"Damn, is that true? Old Lady Wu needs to personally write me a guarantee.

"Otherwise, if this sly old fox goes back on his words, I won't be able to handle him."

Chief Liao chuckled, "You can negotiate this personally with the Old Leader."

"He gave his word with a pat on the chest, he won't deceive you."

Everyone felt both amazed and amused.

This seemingly dying guy woke up at the mention of money, a perfect example of living for money.

Ma Xianyong glared at the two prison guards.

"Are you blind? Hurry up and release the chief, you bunch of worthless organs."

Yang Fei raised his eyebrows, "Hold on, I need to make a call to the higher-ups to confirm the budget situation."

"If Old Lady Wu doesn't put out some money, I'll demand it from you at the Sanhai City Police Department."

"In any case, if the conditions aren't met, I'd rather rot in this cell."

Upon hearing this, Ma Xianyong felt a wave of anxiety.

This wicked guy is starting to ask for exorbitant prices.