Chapter 1471: Capítulo 1471: Chapter 1472: Gao Zhe Downstairs

“Director Chen, who’s in there, getting beaten up so badly?”

Director Chen turned around and saw the coffee cup in the other’s hand, “So late, and you’re still drinking coffee?”

The officer raised his hand, signaling, “Ah, I have a few more cases to handle, working late tonight. Director Chen, want a cup? I’ll make one for you.”

“I’ll pass. I can’t get used to you young folks’ stuff. You should drink less; it’s not good for you.”

The officer chuckled and asked again, “Who’s in there, really?”

Director Chen tried to change the subject, but curiosity got the better of the officer. He started shooing him away, “Go, go, take care of your cases. This one’s not your responsibility. Don’t ask unnecessary questions.”

“I’m just asking, just asking…”

Ten minutes later, Gao Zhe walked out of the interrogation room.

Director Chen had returned and was just about to speak when he saw the small wound on Gao Zhe’s hand. “Mr. Gao, do you want to get that treated?”

Gao Zhe glanced down, dismissively waved his hand, “No thanks, it’s fine.”

Director Chen saw him out and only returned when the car was out of sight.

The two people in the interrogation room were beaten to the brink of death, but strangely, there was no visible bleeding, no bruises on their faces.

The tables and chairs were secured to the floor. These two were slumped on the chairs, their cuffed hands bore marks of desperate struggling, bloody abrasions on their wrists, ghastly wounds, but other than that, no visible injuries.

Director Chen unbuttoned one of their shirts and saw the injuries were internal.

Gao Zhe was ruthless, leaving them just short of death, but the injuries were internal, making it tough to document, and even if they demanded an examination, Gao Zhe would interfere.

He was indeed fierce, and it’s no wonder everyone in Rongcheng City says they’d rather offend Gao Zhe than Lu Zhenzhen. Gao Zhe has all sorts of ways to make life worse than death.

“Hiss!”

The officer from before sneaked in, too curious to resist. He happened to see Director Chen uncovering the suspect’s clothing, realizing the nature of the injuries, and gasped, “Director Chen, should we treat them?”

Director Chen paused for a moment, “Do you think they’ll die?”

“Hard to say.”

“Then let them suffer a bit more before treating them.”

The implication was clear; as long as they survive, there’s no need to show too much concern for scum.

…

After leaving the police station, Gao Zhe drove aimlessly, going wherever the road led. When he reached the highway entrance, he calmed down, turned around, and headed home.

But after parking his car, he drove out again, heading toward Lu Zhenzhen’s place.

In the middle of the night.

Lu Zhenzhen woke up thirsty, called Gao Zhe to get her a glass of water, shouted several times, but no one responded, and she got annoyed.

“Gao! Didn’t you hear me? I asked you to get some water… sleeping like the dead…”

She kicked out but hit nothing, which instead woke her up.

She opened her eyes and saw only an empty pillow beside her.

Lu Zhenzhen sat up suddenly, a dizzying pain stabbing her head. She pinched her forehead, threw off the covers, got out of bed, and searched for her slippers with her feet but couldn’t find them. She decided not to wear any, went out barefoot, and didn’t bother turning on the lights. She groped for a cup, filled it with water, drank it all, and then went back.

The room was stuffy, the window sealed tightly. She pulled open the curtains, allowing streaks of light to shine in, dazzling her eyes. She paused for a moment, pushed the window open, leaned her body out, and grasped the handle.

Suddenly, her eyes widened slightly.

She saw Gao Zhe downstairs.

His car was parked nearby, and he was sitting a bit further on the flower terrace. The terrace was low, only reaching his calf. At over six feet tall, he sat there with one leg stretched out and the other bent.