Special Forces Medic-Chapter 682 - 646: This Person Deserves to Die

"It's natural!" Yao Zheng pushed Secretary Luo heavily from behind, then placed both hands on his shoulders, intimately explaining from behind him. "There are many ominous places in the Northern District, and this is one of them. Only those brave enough dare to do business here."

Secretary Luo gave a dry laugh, his eyes lighting up. Suspended above a building resembling an ice sculpture were the characters for "Bei Gong," under the unique architecture of a dragon tail was a golden gate. Two receptionists over 1.7 meters tall, dressed in qipao, greeted Yan Juanjuan respectfully, bowing toward her with considerable reverence.

It wasn't that Secretary Luo didn't engage in conversation along the way, but the woman herself hadn't let Yao Zheng introduce her. After exchanging glances, there was no further exchange, contrasting sharply with what Yao Zheng had previously said. Secretary Luo just smiled at this; there would be plenty of time later. Such hospitality from the start likely foretold some unpleasantness afterward.

Half of the real Bei Gong was on land, and the other half was built over the artificial lake, resembling a dragon boat with its dragon head facing the scenery outside. The place where Yan Juanjuan seated them was precisely in the dragon head's central eye, with amber glass offering views of the lake, green trees, and birds flying in the sky. People moved back and forth across two walls in the lake view.

"Secretary Luo, this is the most famous central lake in the Northern District. Across it is Xuefu Road, where most of Yanjing's educational institutions are located. If you have time, I'll accompany you to take a look. It's quite serene and scholarly. Every time I inspect there, I feel the urge to return to campus myself." Yao Zheng sighed as he poured amber tea into a porcelain cup and refilled Yan Juanjuan's cup. "Try some tea personally grown by President Yan—it's this year's first batch, isn't it, President Yan?" He naturally shifted the topic to Yan Juanjuan.

"When Han Fei was alive, he particularly loved West Lake Longjing tea. It's hard to grow in the north, and usually loses freshness by the time it's accessible. That's why he studied with several experts, just casually dabbling in it. But..." Thinking about the sad part, Yan Juanjuan couldn't help but tear up.

"I completely understand Madam Han's grief and hope you understand our work," Yao Zheng hadn't expected Secretary Luo to be so direct from the start, leaving him no chance to steer the conversation away.

Yan Juanjuan's sorrowful expression froze on her face, and her black-and-white eyes showed disbelief. "Understand? How should I understand?"

Secretary Luo merely smiled slightly at Yan Juanjuan's agitation. "Regarding Han Fei's incident, the municipal government is conducting further investigations. Before the truth is disclosed, I hope Madam Han can give us some time to provide you with a final explanation."

"Thank you for your kind intentions, Secretary Luo, but they aren't necessary. Your government's organization faxed the reason for my husband's handling this morning. It's such a good reason that I can't believe how rashly the government dealt with a life. For Han Fei's death, I'll pursue it to the end, no matter how much time and money it takes, to regain some honor and an explanation for my husband. One mustn't die so unjustly."

"Madam Han, is there a misunderstanding? Our municipal government hasn't even received Dragon Soul's final report yet. How could you receive a fax first?" Secretary Luo put down his cup, thinking such a possibility was extremely rare. "I believe we should treat this carefully and avoid falling into the traps of dangerous individuals!"

"Is there a mistake in black and white documents?" The dishes arrived at the table, but no one reached for their chopsticks. At the small table for six, three people sat down, leaving plenty of space—not crowded but not feeling overly spacious either. Yao Zheng glanced around at the two people beside him, feeling like he couldn't interject. Wanting to signal Yan Juanjuan to calm her emotions, however, seeing Secretary Luo's serious expression, he picked up his cup, drinking tea was the best choice.

Yan Juanjuan angrily stood up, seemingly prepared as she tossed the fax paper in front of Secretary Luo. What a lack of respect, thought Secretary Luo as the oil-stained corner rapidly expanded into a wet spot. The writing on the fax paper was somewhat faint, but the content was still clear, though Dragon Soul's unique emblem was too conspicuous.

"Is it possible to forge this, Secretary Luo?" Yan Juanjuan sarcastically asked. "I really want to hear the municipal government's explanation for 'this person deserves to die.' Is that how a department dedicated to protecting national security treats ordinary citizens? Although I'm just a woman, I've lived for decades and understand the concept of fighting last with courtesy—what is the point of facts and evidence here?"

The incident occurred suddenly, rendering Secretary Luo speechless while observing the content of the fax paper, which didn't seem forged. Yet, he hadn't heard Hua Muyun mention this aspect; how could Yan Juanjuan have received such a fax?

Secretary Luo looked at Yan Juanjuan, who had displayed arrogance from the start, showing no intention to negotiate. He sighed, placing his cup on the glass table, the sound varying depending on the present strength, allowing insight into the person's mood.

When Secretary Luo set down his cup, Yao Zheng's heart skipped half a beat. He turned to the seated figure, whose expression remained smiling, contrasting with Yan Juanjuan's confrontational stance, making the seated person appear disadvantaged.

"President Yan!" Yao Zheng stood up at the right time. "What are you doing? I'm hosting Secretary Luo for dinner today, and you're not showing respect?" Yao Zheng lowered his voice, glaring at Yan Juanjuan.

"I'm sorry, District Chief Yao." Yan Juanjuan sat back in her seat. "My heartbreak is beyond words! Just this one sentence, how can I swallow my anger over it? What did Han Fei do wrong after all? If he truly committed a serious crime, I'd accept it, but, but...do you know, Xiao Qiang has been saying he wants to find his dad, I'm..." She choked up, unable to control her sobs.

"Heh heh!" Yao Zheng awkwardly said to Secretary Luo. "I'm terribly sorry, look at how I've handled this situation."

"Big brother did very well; you've shown me Madam Han's truest side." Secretary Luo reassured Yao Zheng. "Today is really unsuitable for business discussions—I think it's best if big brother comforts Madam Han here, and I'll be on my way."

As soon as Secretary Luo spoke, Yao Zheng felt even more troubled, as Yan Juanjuan's cries gradually increased, seeming to want to vent all her sorrow and anger. "You see, here..."

"Don't worry, big brother. Please arrange another time for me to meet Madam Han alone." Secretary Luo gave Yao Zheng no room to refuse, and already stood up, maintaining a courteous smile as he left the private room.

Passing by the artificially constructed bridge, he stood alone for a while, reflecting on Yao Zheng's words, leaving quite an impression, making him ponder the relationship between Yao Zheng and Yan Juanjuan. A place with dead people, heh heh, spoken lightly.

"You don't need to follow me for now, keep a close watch on Yan Juanjuan's actions for twenty-four hours." Secretary Luo stepped into the car at the door, while the black-plated car that had delivered them earlier stopped behind them. Before getting into the car, Secretary Luo glanced at the vehicle behind him, noticing Yao Zheng's driver had gone somewhere unknown. "Drive."

Sitting in the car, Secretary Luo loosened his tie, continually reflecting on Yao Zheng's words on the bridge—was this a warning? "Check the information on Bei Gong, the people who built Bei Gong at the time, and its current operators, as well as its business tax revenue in recent years." No wonder Hua Qingyi places such importance on the Northern District—the waters here are deep. Secretary Luo made a call, patting the driving seat. "No need to rush back to the hotel. We'll circle around the Northern District a few times before returning."

"Secretary, we're not being followed!" The driver said while steering and watching the vehicle in the rearview mirror. Secretary Luo rubbed his brows, unable to detach Hua Muyun's people completely, bringing only three. Before retiring, they all served in special forces, possessing top-notch reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance skills. So if the driver said no, it meant no.

"It's not to avoid being tracked, but to get familiar with the streets and environment in the Northern District."

"Understood!" The driver slowed down, starting to drive counterclockwise. Generally, most pursuers' instincts differentiate the tracked individual's thinking by common logic, but many people live life dominantly with their right hand, establishing a clockwise habit. Going against this theory is relatively safer.

Suddenly receiving Yao Zheng's phone call, Secretary Luo let it ring until nearly disconnecting before answering. "Does District Chief Yao need something?"

"No, no, just wanted to check if Secretary Luo reached his accommodation safely." Yao Zheng gestured to Yan Juanjuan, who was drinking.

"I haven't returned yet; I wanted to stroll around, see if the Northern District has anything interesting."

"If you'd like to visit entertainment venues, Red Street is a good choice. Lots of people come there, the environment is nice, and the ladies are beautiful and well-mannered, quite classy." As though thinking all men like women, Yao Zheng suggested a path to Secretary Luo—no wonder he wanted to leave early.

"Is that so? Then I must check it out, hahaha!" Following Yao Zheng's lead. "Big brother, would you like to come along?"

"I'm still at Bei Gong!"

"Oh, then accompany President Yan more; convey comfort for me."

"Sure, I'll accompany little brother another day."

Yao Zheng gently closed his phone, set it to silent, removed his jacket, tidied his slick hair with his right hand, a cigarette between two fingers, squinting his eyes as he looked at Yan Juanjuan.

"Stop smoking!" Feeling harassed by Yao Zheng's stare, Yan Juanjuan lightly scolded him. Her emotions felt complex and agitated at the moment. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you're welcome to vote recommendation tickets, monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)