Special Forces Medic-Chapter 799 - 766: Yao Zheng’s Ruthlessness

The moment the sunlight pierced through the clouds, Yao Zheng lay on his back in bed, able to enjoy the magical moment of sunrise from this angle and at the same time catch a glimpse of Hengfei Mansion by simply turning his gaze. The office could be seen without lifting his head, which used to be a sort of interest to him. There was also a matching telescope by his bedside, but now he wasn’t sure where he had disposed of it.

All night, after receiving Ji Weihua’s call, Yao Zheng couldn’t peacefully fall asleep. He had hatred and resentment in his heart, but neither were of any use; the facts were already set in stone.

A beam of light illuminated the dust in the room, exposing their true colors in the air. Yao Zheng didn’t want to get up and lazily turned to his side.

Hua Qingyi was still in the City Committee Building, and for some unknown reason, he temporarily left the North District, leaving the case and not concerned about Yan Juanjuan’s whereabouts.

And just yesterday, Ji Weihua’s impulsiveness threw the entire plan into disarray. However, this wasn’t entirely a bad thing; it coincidentally revealed the loophole in his plan.

Xiao Lin’s analysis was correct. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he indeed pointed out the immaturity in his design.

Cannot pin the hijacking case on Yan Juanjuan? Xiao Lin was from the Xiao Family. With Wang Zhantian’s confirmation, Yao Zheng felt bound, an invisible net full of tentacles slowly closing in, with him as the last prey.

In fact, Yao Zheng stayed up all night pondering a question. If he were a big fish in the net, for the Xiao Family, it seemed too much fanfare to catch him. Their purpose was contraband drugs, and naturally, Yao Zheng’s attention was drawn to Yao Zheng’s attention was drawn to Uncle Si. That night, after leaving the bar, Wang Zhantian said something to him, enough to influence him greatly, leaving him indecisive at this moment.

The alarm clock on the table began to ring maliciously throughout the room as the hour hand crossed twelve. Immediately, his phone began its incessant clamoring. Ignoring the alarm, Yao Zheng reached for the phone on the nightstand.

"Hello! Hmm, I’m in the office." The alarm continued to ring, with its sound being transmitted into the other person’s ear via the receiver.

"Yao Zheng, you haven’t been home in a month." Lin Xin dialed Yao Zheng’s number promptly as his wife. She could be considered an obedient and virtuous wife, but not a good mother.

This might be one of the reasons she harbored some resentment towards Yao Zheng. He had never planned to give her a child, leaving any descendants for the Lin Family. The initial marriage became a fact of living with her family, creating an emotional rift with Lin Xin, which she is aware of. Her father revealed this condition after marriage, placing it in Yao Zheng’s political career. If he agreed, everything would be smooth sailing; if not, he’d stay in the village for life. Her father saw his wild nature but didn’t see his cruelty.

"I’ve been busy with government affairs lately." Yao Zheng sat up from the bed. The clock had just passed five; it was now 7:05, more than an hour before he needed to work. He walked to the liquor cabinet, poured a little into a glass, and, despite being on an empty stomach, grabbed a lighter to ignite a cigarette and sat back by the window.

"I’m downstairs at your office." Lin Xin sat in the car, and the driver stood outside. She lowered the window, raising her head to look at the district government building with a serene face.

Yao Zheng looked down. The floor he was on wasn’t high, and he could vaguely see things below. In a sighing voice that Lin Xin couldn’t hear, he silently watched the people in the car.

"I don’t mean anything else. Will you be coming home tonight?" Lin Xin, seeing Yao Zheng’s silence, thought she had angered him with her recklessness and cautiously explained on the phone.

She feared Yao Zheng not because he was violent, but because of his cold violence.

Once his wings were fully formed, her father and those relatives who had once threatened him met their ends one by one, embodying the saying ’returning the favor’ vividly at her home.

No matter how she pleaded, Yao Zheng wouldn’t spare her father-in-law. At that moment, Lin Xin completely cast aside love, acknowledging the only reason she managed to withdraw unscathed was that he had a shred of conscience left.

She could only comfort herself with such words. But his cold violence towards her was far more cruel than personal revenge, which was Yao Zheng’s punishment for her, even though she was innocent.

"We’ll see." Without hope, there would be no disappointment. Yao Zheng watched the car below slowly drive onto the driveway. He downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, swallowing the smoke he had just inhaled.

If he could firmly hold onto Uncle Si, there might still be a chance to escape. Wang Zhantian’s words lingered in his mind, now realizing how foolish he had been. Was he going to be used like a pawn?

The phone rang again just as Yao Zheng stepped into the bathroom, causing him to hesitate. Wrapping a towel around himself, he walked out. "Hello!"

"They’ve already set off, heading towards the district government building." Ji Weihua was personally stationed at the North District Police Station, monitoring Xiao Lin’s every move.

"How many people?" Water droplets slid down his arm, lingering at his elbow.

"Just two, the rest are still in the station." Ji Weihua was driving, with the sound of horns in the receiver.

"Are you sure Xiao Lin maintained a credible attitude regarding Yan Juanjuan when discussing the case?"

"Yes, he didn’t oppose the information loopholes in those cases, except expressing objections about the hijacking case." Ji Weihua turned the steering wheel. A few cars ahead was Xiao Lin’s silvery QQ car. "District Chief Yao, I’m heading towards your location."

"You should return to the police station. There’s no need for you to come." Yao Zheng squinted, noting how water droplets tended to find their paths downward, adhering to the laws of gravity.

"Are you sure you don’t want me to come? What if there’s danger?" Ji Weihua became anxious, his voice filled with concern. "The last incident left me apprehensive."

"What are you worried about? Afraid he will eat me?" Yao Zheng snorted coldly. "I have a more important task for you. Prepare the content for the press conference, and I’ll finalize it after meeting with them."

"Understood." Ji Weihua pulled over, smiling. Was Yao Zheng ever afraid? Though curious to see his surprised expression, it was just as well, better than being his punch bag afterward. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)