Chapter 270: 270: Jiang Zhi crushes scum, Bao Yi confesses (one more update

City Police Station.

Zhang Wen took a phone call and said to Vice Captain Xing beside him, “Forensics just came back with the results, they found gasoline.”

That meant someone had deliberately set the fire.

Vice Captain Xing, standing in front of the one-way glass, nodded towards the interrogation room and said, “It couldn’t be that young master who set the fire, could it?”

Zhang Wen thought it unlikely, “Money talks. If he really wanted to target someone, he could just throw his bank card around. There would be a basketful of people willing to set the fire for him. Why would he need to do it himself if there was some deep hatred?”

True.

Jiang Zhi was the type of person who seemed skilled in cunning schemes.

Vice Captain Xing, stroking his chin, speculated, “Not setting the fire, maybe he was there to save someone?”

Zhang Wen was even more doubtful, “Is Jiang Zhi that kind-hearted?”

Vice Captain Xing immediately shook his head, “No.”

The word ‘kind-hearted’ didn’t fit Jiang Zhi.

Inside the interrogation room, Captain Cheng was taking Jiang Zhi’s statement.

“What were you doing at the Luo Family’s house last night?”

Jiang Zhi sat there lazily, occasionally coughing, his face pale and delicate, he calmly answered, “Passing by.”

Delicate, my foot!

He looked delicate, but his aggressiveness and destructiveness were off the charts.

Passing by? Really?

Full from a meal, so he decided to pass by someone’s house.

Jiang Zhi ‘thoughtfully’ added, “Had too much to eat, went out for a drive, just happened to walk past the Luo Family’s front door.”

That was quite the detour.

Captain Cheng couldn’t think of a proper response to refute him and followed along with his story, “So you just happened to see the fire? Just happened to go in and save someone?”

Jiang Zhi was noncommittal, “Is there a problem?”

There was, just no evidence.

Captain Cheng laughed, “No problem.”

The sickly man opposite coughed a few times, pinched the bridge of his nose, looking very tired, “If there’s no problem, can I leave?”

Captain Cheng always had a feeling this man was trouble, why couldn’t he just behave like a sick person?

Smiling, Captain Cheng said, “If you have a moment, would you mind waiting a few more minutes?”

The sick man lethargically lifted his eyelids.

Captain Cheng smiled, “You see, to honor Mr. Jiang for your heroic deed, I’ve had a ‘Model Citizen’ award banner made for you.” A backhanded compliment if ever there was one.

Model Citizen Jiang Zhi: “…”

While waiting for the Model Citizen banner, Model Citizen Jiang Zhi asked the award giver, “May I see Luo Changde?”

“Model Citizen” up to something again.

Captain Cheng, all business, said, “There’s a policy against it.”

Jiang Zhi’s tone slow and dragging, “What if we don’t follow the policies?”

If he wanted to meet, he’d find some underhanded way to do it.

Since he couldn’t be stopped, Captain Cheng was more open-minded, “Then it will depend on whether it helps the case or not.”

Jiang Zhi was not a law-abiding citizen, but, in Captain Cheng’s view, let a scoundrel deal with another scoundrel.

Luo Changde had not confessed, claiming he had accidentally unearthed the murder weapon and wasn’t aware of its significance. There was also no direct evidence proving his guilt, making conviction difficult.

Detective colleagues brought Luo Changde into the visiting room; the moment he saw Jiang Zhi, his expression turned wary, “What are you doing here?”

Jiang Zhi, sitting with his legs stretched out lazily, said, “Here to help you.”

Luo Changde sat down, his handcuffs clanking against the table. He glanced at Jiang Zhi in his prison clothes and scoffed, “The weasel pays a New Year’s visit to the chicken.”

Jiang Zhi was not annoyed; his right hand rested on the table, occasionally tapping lightly, “You are the chicken, but I’m no weasel.”

Luo Changde sneered and cursed, “You’re a wolf!”

He had reviewed the recent events during his days in jail. All the suspicions pointed to Jiang Zhi; it was obvious who had arranged his arrest.

Jiang Zhi didn’t deny it, “You remember Ah Bin?”

Upon hearing this, Luo Changde widened his eyes, “What exactly are you saying?”

He leaned forward, hands pressing on the table, “Just giving you a heads-up, your daughter has already found a witness.” His tone was indifferent, like a mere onlooker.

Luo Changde’s emotions were completely manipulated by him, “What witness?”

“The one who witnessed you committing murder.”

Jiang Zhi was prepared.

He had a motive, but what it was, Luo Changde couldn’t figure out. Given the circumstances, he had no choice but to negotiate, “How will you help me?”

“I’ll take care of Peng Xianzhi; he will testify in court that Luo Qing hired someone to set the fire.” Jiang Zhi paused to catch his breath, then continued, “I’ll also get you the evidence that she arranged someone to hit you.”

He actually had evidence!

After thinking for a while, Luo Changde took a gamble, “What are your terms?”

Jiang Zhi spoke deliberately, “Transfer all your shares in the Luo Family to me.”

Not just a wolf, but a lion, a lion asking for a huge share.

After leaving the police station, Jiang Zhi received a call from Xue Baoyi.

“Brother Zhi, come and have a drink with me.”

The way he talked sounded like a local rascal.

Jiang Zhi got into his car, put down his phone, and as he drove, he put on his Bluetooth headset and made up an excuse to get rid of him, “I’m not feeling well, I won’t drink.”

Xue Baoyi was furiously shouting on the other end, “Don’t you feel sorry for me at all? I’ve been cuckolded!”

Jiang Zhi’s ears hurt from his shouting, so he took off his Bluetooth headset. This drunkard was plastered.

In Fusheng Inn, that drunkard was making a scene.

He held an empty wine bottle, walking unsteadily, twisting and turning as he surged forward, his face fierce, “Don’t stop me, I’m going to kill that pretty boy!”

Xue Bingxue pulled him back, cajoling him like he was an idiot, “The pretty boy has gone filming, he’s not home today.”

He’s not home today, huh.

Xue Baoyi turned to look at his uncle, “Then we go tomorrow?”

Xue Bingxue immediately nodded, “Tomorrow, your uncle will take you.”

When Xue Baoyi settled that, he pulled Qiao Nanchu to join him for drinks again. Three rounds later, Jiang Zhi finally arrived.

Seeing him, Xue Baoyi whined like a resentful woman, “Brother Zhi, why are you so late?” He jumped onto the couch, waving the wine bottle in his hand, “Penalty drink, make him drink!”

This guy acted like an idiot whenever he drank too much.

Jiang Zhi took a seat far from him, asking Qiao Nanchu, “What’s his deal?”

Qiao Nanchu had been listening to Xue Baoyi’s disjointed ramblings for over an hour, “The girl he likes is carrying someone else’s child.”

Jiang Zhi was taken aback, “Which girl?”

This rake, drowning his sorrows over a girl.

Qiao Nanchu had been trying to quit smoking recently, not that he wanted to, but the girl at home didn’t allow him to smoke. With a piece of nicotine gum in his mouth, which was losing its taste the more he chewed, he replied to Jiang Zhi, “The Weaver you’ve been promoting recently.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t respond.

Xue Baoyi staggered up to Jiang Zhi, his eyes blurry from drunkenness, his face flushed, his eyes red, “Brother Zhi, why am I so unlucky? The one time I really want to chase someone, someone else gets there first.”

Jiang Zhi lounged on the sofa, feigning illness, “If you like her, go fight for her.”

Huh, a bandit!

Xue Baoyi snorted, “Easier said than done, she’s already pregnant.”

Jiang Tufei, slightly drunk, retorted, “Steal both the big and the small.”

Xue Baoyi, “…”

He actually thought it made sense!

In this room, only Xue Bingxue had a moral compass, “Don’t listen to him. Being the homewrecker is unethical.”

Jiang Zhi looked at him, “You’ve never done it?”

“…”

Xue Bingxue kept his mouth shut.

“Brother Zhi,” Xue Baoyi drunkenly leaned on Jiang Zhi, “What would you do if Zhou Xufang cuckolded you?”

Jiang Zhi coldly pushed him away, “Zhou Xufang wouldn’t cuckold me.”

Zhou Xufang loved him!

Zhou Xufang would love him forever!

Xue Baoyi toppled onto the couch, just sprawling there. He looked up at Jiang Zhi, that annoyingly pretty man, “I said, what if.”

Jiang Zhi’s face was cold, “There won’t be a ‘what if.'”

Every woman in the world might cheat, but Zhou Xufang wouldn’t!

Zhou Xufang loved him so much!

Xue Baoyi huffed and stopped bothering Jiang Zhi, grabbing his phone to call Fang Lixiang.

Fang Lixiang didn’t answer, so he called again.

She still didn’t pick up, so he sat up, shaking his head and typing a message, “If you don’t answer the phone, I’m coming over to smash your door.”

That trick always worked. Soon, Fang Lixiang called back.

She roared from the other end, “If you dare come to my house, I’ll make sure we both perish!”

Xue Baoyi smirked, shamelessly rogue, “Alright, let’s be a pair of ghostly lovers then.”

“…”

Who wanted to be ghostly lovers with him!

Fang Lixiang’s temper had gotten worse since her pregnancy, losing patience with his nonsense, “Stop being unreasonable.”

Xue Baoyi sneered maliciously, “I can be even more unreasonable. Wait for it, I’ll kill your pretty boy first, then your cursed child.”

Crazy!

Fang Lixiang, furious, leaped out of bed, “You’re the cursed one, your whole family within eight hundred miles are cursed ones!” Damn, so infuriating, she continued her tirade, “You’re a dog, a pig, a damn turtle–”

“Fang Lixiang,” he interrupted her in a pitiful tone, “I like you.”

Fang Lixiang, “…”

Her wrath was stuck in her throat.

“I really like you.”