Chapter 807 - 684: Who Has Gripped My Throat—Can None of Them See It? (2)

Chapter 807: Chapter 684: Who Has Gripped My Throat—Can None of Them See It? (2)

I seriously suspect that you, Zheng Geng, are the one harboring malicious intentions. You intend to use this opportunity to expand the scope of attack and disrupt the direction of the investigation. You are the one truly disregarding the lives of the special commissioners."

His gaze was like a torch, glaring at Zheng Geng:

"My judgment is simple: Li Shang absolutely cannot be the problem.

On the contrary, he is the key force in solving this case. If Li Shang is not allowed to participate in the investigation, leading to the case ultimately remaining unsolved and the special commissioner not being rescued, will you take responsibility?!"

Without waiting for Zheng Geng’s response, he slammed his hand heavily on the solid mahogany table, creating a dull and astonishing sound that made everyone’s heart tremble.

He almost pointed at Zheng Geng’s nose, roaring word by word:

"You are just a small commissioner of the Mechanical Department! What do you have to bear such a tremendous responsibility? You! Cannot! Bear! It!"

After Wang Xinfa finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head, scanning all the Members of Parliament present, finally fixing his gaze on the Chief Member, his tone heavy and earnest:

"Chief, this responsibility will ultimately fall on your shoulders, and Upper City will only hold you accountable! You must think about this carefully.

I believe, based on Zheng Geng’s current extremely unprofessional, irrational, and personally biased behavior, I formally propose to remove him from his position as the person in charge!"

The other party was already being confrontational, so Wang Xinfa did not care about offending one or two MPs.

Zheng Geng’s face changed color, and he urgently said:

"It’s not just Li Shang who is suspicious, Mr. Wang, your wife, Li Hanyu, also has significant suspicion and needs to be investigated.

According to our preliminary understanding, the villa where Li Hanyu lives is right next to the special commissioner’s villa, and during the incident, there were at least more than ten professional bodyguards in Li Hanyu’s villa.

They could have detected something unusual and even had the chance to intervene, but they did nothing.

Were they all collectively blind and deaf at that time, choosing to stand by and do nothing? Or is there another possibility, that they..."

"Enough!"

The Chief Member suddenly interrupted in a cold voice.

Zheng Geng couldn’t stop himself from speaking, yet he suddenly felt as though his throat was being strangled by something invisible yet cold, his windpipe compressed, and he couldn’t utter another word.

He tried to cough in horror, but found that he couldn’t even perform the action, and his entire face turned red with suffocation.

What chilled him more was that none of the MPs present seemed to notice his abnormality, only assuming he had been silenced by the Chief Member’s rebuke.

The Chief Member’s cold gaze swept across the room, finally landing on Zhang Deming as he spoke gently:

"Mr. Zhang, you have the most experience in Zone 9, and given the current situation, I would like to hear your opinion."

Zhang Deming was taken aback for a moment, meeting the Chief Member’s cold eyes, his heart skipping a beat, and he shivered involuntarily.

According to his intention, he wished nothing more than to see Wang Xinfa in trouble.

Even though he didn’t believe that Zheng Geng’s tactics could topple Wang Xinfa, if Wang Xinfa were so easy to topple, there wouldn’t be a need to wait until today.

However, forcing Wang Xinfa into a predicament, revealing some of his cards, was also good.

But as he was about to speak, Zhang Deming clearly did not intend to help Zheng Geng, or at least not too obviously.

Out of a keen political instinct and a dangerous intuition cultivated over years of experience, he felt uneasy about the Chief Member calling on him at such a critical moment, seemingly giving him the power to decide but in reality, it was more thought-provoking.

Even if Zhang Deming couldn’t figure out why the Chief Member did this, he sensed there was a huge pit waiting for him.

It’s the pits that are difficult to understand that are the most dangerous. He mustn’t fall into it.

He let out a long sigh, avoided the Chief Member’s gaze, and then looked at Wang Xinfa with a hypocritical smile:

"Xinfa, in all fairness, I think some of Special Commissioner Zheng’s suspicions, although a bit aggressive, aren’t entirely without reason. Since it’s a grave matter, more caution is always good. ℯ

But having worked with you for decades, despite some conceptual disagreements, I still trust your character.

Therefore, since Li Shang is your man, and you trust him, I’ll ask you this: Are you willing to guarantee that Li Shang has nothing to do with the kidnapping of the special commissioner?

As long as you trust Li Shang, I believe the MPs present, including the Chief, will trust Li Shang just like they trust you."

Zhang Deming thought for a moment, did not pick up the Chief Member’s words, and instead tossed the ball back to Wang Xinfa.

Many MPs almost simultaneously cursed: "Old fox!"

But they all coincidentally focused a look filled with trust and anticipation on Wang Xinfa, waiting for his answer.

This was tantamount to putting Wang Xinfa on the spot.

Wang Xinfa felt a chill in his heart; compared to Zheng Geng’s blunt and straightforward attack, Zhang Deming’s tactics were indeed more advanced, more sinister, and vicious.

This was placing a bottomless pit labeled "trust" and "morality" in front of him under everyone’s watchful eyes.

But now he had no choice but to jump.

In his life, Wang Xinfa had never vouched for anyone, but at this moment, he responded firmly and loudly:

"That’s right, I trust Li Shang; he absolutely has no problem.

Precisely because I trust him, I even more firmly believe Li Shang should be fully responsible for the specific investigation and the rescue of the special commissioner."

Zheng Geng was pale on the side, his forehead veins bulging with urgency, wanting to argue back, but his throat was still tightly locked by that invisible force, unable to say a word.

Fear and despair filled his heart, not knowing what on earth was going on.

The Chief Member looked at Zhang Deming again, speaking softly:

"Alright, then according to your suggestion, remove Zheng Geng and let Li Shang take full responsibility......"

Zhang Deming panicked inside; he never meant that, hastily interrupting the Chief Member to explain urgently:

"No, Chief, you misunderstood my meaning!

What I meant was that the position of investigation lead should still be held by Special Commissioner Zheng, but given that he truly lacks frontline investigative experience, Captain Li Shang can serve as the deputy, primarily handling the specific investigation affairs, while Special Commissioner Zheng handles the coordination.

Yes, although Special Commissioner Zheng’s ideas are somewhat extreme, his intention is good, and it’s to rescue the special commissioner at an early stage. Young people, having fighting spirit is understandable..."

The Chief Member listened quietly, his expression unchanged, just nodding lightly and agreeing straightforwardly:

"Alright, proceed as you say."

With this final decision made, Wang Xinfa secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Zheng Geng sighed with relief, and Zhang Deming also released his tension.

This outcome was not the best for everyone, but not the worst either; everyone could accept it.

However, for some reason, as Zhang Deming looked at the Chief Member’s perpetually unchanged face, he always felt that he might have unwittingly fallen into a trap set by the Chief.

An inexplicable sense of unease quietly lingered in his heart.

As the meeting ended, under the indifferent gaze of the Chief Member, Zheng Geng obediently exited the conference room.

The heavy oak door slowly closed before him, isolating the sounds inside.

As soon as the door closed, Zheng Geng opened his mouth, letting out a few stifled coughs. The terrifying feeling of having his throat constricted finally disappeared entirely, fresh air rushing into his lungs with a chilling sting.

He touched his neck with lingering fear, the skin smooth with no marks, but the cold, stiff sensation seemed to still linger.

He displayed an uncertain, contemplative expression:

"Just now... that was definitely not an illusion! Something, like invisible threads, tied around my neck.

It’s excusable that I didn’t see it, as I’m just a small commissioner.

But, did none of the MPs present see it either?

Was it that they didn’t see it like me, or did someone see it and pretend not to?"