Title: Reborn Qi Tongwei, who defies fate by half a move and refuses to kneel

Chapter 85 The Final Interrogation, A Funeral Song for Master and Disciple

The corridor was extremely quiet.

When the two detectives guarding the door saw Qi Tongwei come out, they immediately straightened their backs and saluted. But when they saw Director Qi's face, which was so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water, neither of them dared to make a sound, and they even held their breath.

Qi Tongwei leaned against the cold wall, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, his hands trembling slightly. It took him three tries for the lighter to finally produce a flame.

That was the physiological exhaustion after an adrenaline surge, and also the spiritual emptiness after the collapse of faith.

Although he already knew the truth, tearing open the dripping blood with his own hands still sent a chill down his spine.

Just then, the silence was broken by the light and rapid sound of high heels.

Before Qi Tongwei could react, a warm, soft, and elastic body crashed into his arms.

"Don't move! This is a robbery!"

Ye Cunxin's voice rang in his ear, carrying a hint of deliberate playfulness, but unable to conceal the heartache in her tone.

Qi Tongwei froze for a moment, instinctively wanting to push him away. This was a police station, a heavily guarded area, surrounded by subordinates; what kind of behavior was this?

But as soon as he raised his hand, Ye Cunxin hugged him even tighter.

Her outfit today was practically criminal. The black, tight-fitting mini-skirt rode up slightly with her movements, revealing a large section of her thighs covered in extremely thin black stockings, the flesh color faintly visible, exuding a blood-pumping allure. Her ten-centimeter red-soled high heels made her appear exceptionally tall, and her two arms were wrapped around Qi Tongwei's neck like snakes, her entire body practically hanging on him.

The glimpse of snow-white skin beneath the deep V-neck clung tightly to Qi Tongwei's chest. With each breath, that soft mound pressed against his hard pectoral muscles, sending waves of intoxicating sensation through him.

A rich and alluring fragrance instantly enveloped Qi Tongwei. It was a blend of high-end perfume and her unique natural scent, like a poppy blooming in the dark night, dangerous yet captivating, forcefully dispelling the musty and tobacco smells from the interrogation room that clung to him.

"What? You dislike me?" Ye Cunxin raised her head, a hint of coquettishness on her exquisite face.

Her captivating, almond-shaped eyes gazed at Qi Tongwei with a watery look, her fiery red lips slightly pouting, less than a centimeter away from his. Her long, purple-streaked hair cascaded down, brushing against Qi Tongwei's cheek, tickling him all the way to his heart.

The surrounding police officers were very perceptive; they all seemed to have suddenly gone blind or deaf, turning in unison to face the wall, or frantically examining the tips of their shoes, wishing they could shrink into a crack in the ground.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his, and feeling the burning heat in his arms, Qi Tongwei felt a crack appear in the icy fortress in his heart.

This is the unique way this woman operates. She is domineering, flamboyant, and unreasonable, yet she always manages to warm you up in the most direct and passionate way when you are at your coldest.

"Nonsense."

Qi Tongwei spoke words of reproach, but his tone was incredibly soft. His hand, which he had intended to push away, inexplicably landed on her slender, supple waist. Through the thin fabric, the touch of his palm was delicate and smooth, irresistible.

He patted her back gently, as if soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.

"There are so many people watching, Miss Ye, please be mindful of your behavior."

"It's none of anyone else's business if I hug my man!" Ye Cunxin not only didn't let go, but also went a step further and gently bit his chin, leaving a shallow tooth mark. "If anyone dares to look, I'll gouge out their eyes."

Qi Tongwei shook his head helplessly, but a rare, gentle smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

At this moment, the exhaustion of fighting alone seemed to have dissipated considerably.

Just as the enchanting atmosphere was about to spiral out of control, a series of hurried footsteps sounded at an inopportune moment.

Zhao Donglai ran over, covered in sweat, holding a freshly printed urgent report. Seeing the scene in the corridor, the man slipped and nearly did the splits on the spot.

"Ahem! Um... Director Qi!" Zhao Donglai quickly turned his back, his face flushed, but he had to raise his voice, "There's an emergency!"

Ye Cunxin released her grip in dissatisfaction, turned around and glared at Zhao Donglai with a murderous look that made the Jingzhou Public Security Bureau Chief shrink back.

Qi Tongwei straightened his wrinkled collar and resumed his cold expression: "Speak."

"When we intercepted Liu Qing at the port just now, although we didn't catch him (Note: This slightly corrects the logic of the previous text, implying that we didn't catch him at the port or that Liu Qing had already escaped, which is consistent with the ending of Chapter 83), we seized the speedboat."

Zhao Donglai turned around, his face becoming unusually solemn. "The technical department checked the speedboat's registration information and GPS track, and found that this boat not only belongs to the Shanshui Group, but also... its actual controller is registered under the name of a shell company."

"What's so strange about that?" Qi Tongwei frowned.

"What's unusual is the legal representative of that shell company," Zhao Donglai said in a low voice after taking a deep breath. "It's Ouyang Jing, Secretary Li Dakang's wife."

Qi Tongwei's eyes instantly turned sharp as knives.

Ouyang Jing?

This is no longer just a corruption issue; it's practically a nuclear button being handed to him. If Ouyang Jing is implicated in assisting the Zhao family with money laundering or transferring key witnesses, then Li Dakang's "fire in Jingzhou" will likely burn him first.

"And..." Zhao Donglai pointed to Qi Tongwei's personal cell phone in his pocket, "The command center just received a call from the Municipal Party Committee Office saying that Secretary Dakang has been trying to call your dedicated line, but can't get through."

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Tongwei's cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took out his phone, and three words appeared on the screen: **Li Dakang**.

The call came at the perfect time, and so quickly.

Qi Tongwei looked at the screen, remained silent for two seconds, then pressed the answer button and turned on speakerphone.

It was extremely quiet on the other end of the phone; you could even hear the ticking of a clock.

Several seconds later, Li Dakang's signature slightly hoarse and tired voice came out, his tone surprisingly calm, so calm that it was unsettling.

"Comrade Tongwei, it's so late, I hope I haven't disturbed your rest?"

"Secretary Dakang, you're too kind. I just finished my work too," Qi Tongwei replied casually, gesturing for Zhao Donglai and Ye Cunxin to be quiet.

"I heard...you're investigating a speedboat?" Li Dakang cut to the chase, "If it's about Ouyang Jing, I think we need to talk privately. Right here in my office, now."

Li Dakang paused, his voice revealing a deep, intriguing quality: "There are some things that concern the overall future of Handong, and I think you'll be interested in them."

Qi Tongwei's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile full of predatory intent.

What is the overall situation in Handong?

No, Secretary Dakang.

The overall situation is now in my hands.

"Okay," Qi Tongwei said into the phone, "I'll be there in ten minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Tongwei tossed the phone to Zhao Donglai.

"Prepare the car, let's go to the Municipal Party Committee."

He turned to look at Ye Cunxin, his eyes gleaming with excitement—the look of a hunter seeing a more powerful prey.

"Gao Yuliang is just an appetizer."

Qi Tongwei straightened his cuffs and strode out, his black trench coat fluttering behind him.

"The grand show tonight has only just begun."