The Crazy Son-In-Law

Thus, Xiao Shun was taken back into custody by a group of people. He did not resist; after all, he was in a society governed by law, and there would be no benefit in directly confronting the formidable system in place. It must be acknowledged that their approach was clever; knowing Xiao Shun’s personal strength was formidable, they didn’t resort to underhanded tactics to deal with him. Instead, they exploited certain privileges and used their positions to exact revenge. Once Xiao Shun was in their hands, framing him with any charge they desired was simply a matter of course.

At that moment, however, sitting in his office, He Tianlong felt no joy of victory. He pulled out his phone and dialed Huang Shan from the Southeast Old School Society. As the phone connected, Huang Shan’s ethereal voice emerged from the receiver. “How have things been handled?” He Tianlong immediately responded, “Everything has been done as you instructed, Xiao Shun is now under our control!” “Good, I will tell you what to do next when the time comes!” Without waiting for He Tianlong to continue, the line went dead with a busy tone. He Tianlong sighed deeply, his brow furrowed with worry.

Although the practitioners from Eastbrook had already distanced themselves from the Old School Society, their local offices still collaborated closely with them. When he learned that his son had been humiliated by Xiao Shun that morning, his first action was to contact Huang Shan for advice. Upon hearing the situation, Huang Shan immediately decided to make a significant move. Hence, the scene of Xiao Shun being apprehended unfolded. But for some reason, even though they had succeeded, He Tianlong still felt uneasy.

Meanwhile, Xiao Shun was brought into an interrogation room. He sat there for half a day with no one coming to see him, which he did not mind. He took out his phone, which had not been confiscated, and made a call.

That afternoon at three, a Boeing plane from the capital slowly landed at Eastbrook Airport. A middle-aged man in a sky-blue suit emerged with the crowd and hailed a taxi. “Where to, sir?” the driver asked. Speaking in the distinctive accent of the capital, the passenger replied, “To the Eastbrook Administration!” “Right away!” the driver responded, accelerating the taxi like a released arrow.

By five in the evening, Xiao Shun had been sitting in the interrogation room for nearly six hours, without even a drop of water. Yet, he remained undisturbed, murmuring to himself, “He should be here soon.” No sooner had he spoken than the door was pushed open. Seeing who entered, Xiao Shun couldn’t help but smile. “Heh, I told you, Inspector He, we’d be seeing each other soon!” He Tianlong entered and immediately knelt down before Xiao Shun. “Mr. Xiao, I failed to recognize your true stature, please forgive me!” Holding his arms, Xiao Shun looked amusedly at the repentant He Tianlong. “Playing the sympathy card with me, huh?”

Since the meeting with the influential figure from the capital that afternoon, He Tianlong realized just how powerful Xiao Shun was. With such connections, he was far beyond the reach of a mere inspector like himself. Reflecting on their conversation, he was still terrified. Now, he had no choice but to explain, “I was merely following Senior Huang’s instructions; none of this was my own doing!” Xiao Shun had already suspected as much. It was clear that no one sensible would start making demands akin to exploitation without some underhanded scheme, likely orchestrated by the Old School Society.

As Xiao Shun was coming to terms with the situation, two more individuals entered the room and knelt down. One was the middle-aged man who had taken him into custody that morning, and the other was He Junxian. Poor He Junxian, still not recovering from a leg injury, winced in pain as he knelt but dared not utter a sound, his face filled with fear. Earlier, he had been comfortably attended to by two maids at home, planning to confront Xiao Shun that night, but his father had returned home and beaten him before dragging him here. Along the way, He Junxian finally understood why he had been beaten. Hearing his father’s words, he was almost scared witless. Now, his only feeling towards Xiao Shun was fear. As for the middle-aged man, he was trembling so much that he would have called Xiao Shun ‘father’ without hesitation if asked.

Observing the three men kneeling before him, Xiao Shun scoffed. Then, looking directly at He Tianlong, he asked, “Remember what I told you before?” He Tianlong, puzzled, shook his head. Xiao Shun walked over and lightly patted him on the shoulder. “This world isn’t short of people.” Hearing this, He Tianlong’s face drained of color. “Mr. Xiao, I…” Shaking his head, Xiao Shun interrupted, “Considering that you’ve knelt before me, I’ll allow you to step down gracefully. That’s the greatest leniency I can offer.” With that, he moved his shoulders a bit and left the interrogation room without another word.

He Tianlong seemed to have been drained of all his spirit, collapsing on the floor. “Dad!” “Inspector!” The others rushed to his side. In an instant, the once formidable Inspector He seemed to age decades, resembling a frail old man, his face no longer bearing the authority it once did, muttering regretfully, “We backed the wrong side.” His words were filled with remorse. Xiao Shun’s final words had been clear; He Tianlong was to willingly vacate his position as the head of the Eastbrook inspectorate, facilitating a smoother collaboration with the New School Society. Though he was unwilling, he had no choice but to accept his fate.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

At the same time, Xiao Shun approached a fountain at the entrance where someone was sitting and smoking. He smiled faintly and walked over. “Got a light?” The man handed over his lighter without looking up and asked, “How did you handle it?” Xiao Shun took a drag of his cigarette and casually blew out a smoke ring, “Such a devious person only deserves to be brought down.” Nodding, the man smiled slightly. “You handle it as you see fit. I can’t assist you in other matters, but in this, I excel. The higher-ups are very supportive of the development of the New School Society, everything is set for your benefit. Anyone who dares to defy the official mandate is merely seeking their own demise.” Hearing this, Xiao Shun’s lips curled into a confident smile. “With Uncle Song and those big shots supporting me, what do I have to worry about?”