Chapter 807 - 783:
Liu Zhonghai was taken away from his office by two black-clothed men. Both the police station’s officers and the regular policemen looked on, dumbfounded. No one expected that Director Liu would be subjected to double regulation. The news spread quickly, shocking both the City Committee and the Provincial Committee, leaving many in disbelief.
"My God, such an honest person like Director Liu would actually be double-regulated?"
"Hmph, you can’t judge a book by its cover, or water by its depth. Who could have known?"
"Exactly, I’ve seen Ao Liu Zhonghai enter a hotel with one of the girls from our bureau several times!"
The news about Liu Zhonghai spread like wildfire within the police station. Liu Zhonghai’s faction immediately planned to rescue him from the Disciplinary Inspection Committee’s grasp. But who do you think the Disciplinary Inspection Committee is? They’re like the Black-faced Bao Zheng, impervious to water and fire, immune to swords and spears. No one can rescue someone from their hands, not even King Yan.
Liu Zhonghai was taken away by the Disciplinary Inspection Committee, leaving Ji Changguo, the Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Committee above him, deeply anxious.
"That bastard! He knew not to provoke Ye Chen, yet he insisted on getting into this mess, now he deserves to be caught!" Ji Changguo said angrily. He had been away in Beijing, unaware of the events in Tongzhou City. Upon his return, he received the news of Liu Zhonghai’s capture, which infuriated him. He gritted his teeth and said, "The fool, now look, he’s been double-regulated!"
"Secretary Ji, what if Liu Zhonghai drags you down with him?" Assistant Xiao Gan said urgently beside him.
"Hmph, would he dare!" Ji Changguo’s expression turned cold. Although he spoke confidently, once caught by the Disciplinary Inspection Committee, any secret could be uncovered eventually. The Disciplinary Inspection Committee might not resort to violence like the police during interrogations, but they have their methods. For instance, shining a few hundred-watt bulbs in the room so that one can’t sleep or eat until confessions are made.
Thus, in such an extreme environment, Liu Zhonghai might confess everything. Ji Changguo sighed and said, "Sigh... if he drags me down, it’s like mud falling in one’s pants; even if it’s not shit, it looks like shit."
"Why don’t we find a way to clean up Liu Zhonghai’s mess?" The assistant chuckled.
"How do we clean it?" Ji Changguo asked curiously.