Pan Zhenhua is 45 years old this year, and in terms of age, he is in the prime of life, but in terms of official career, at the age of 45, he is only the leader of a special police team, and there is little hope that he will be promoted in this life.

The leader of the special police team sounds like a senior official, and it is still a special position, but to put it bluntly, it is similar to the criminal police in the mainland. At forty-five, how many more years can he do?

However, Pan Zhenhua's mentality is very good, his wife also has a job, his son is studying, the family is not rich, nor poor, it can be regarded as a well-off family. Originally, he planned to retire early after another five years, but when he received the call, his whole body shivered - Dong Wuyan, the eldest lady of the Dong family, was shot in Victoria's box.

That's not the point, the point is that the chief executive's son is also in it.

Dong Wuyan, Yang Yue, these two people, no matter who has an accident, it is an earth-shattering big thing.

After Pan Zhenhua received the task, he summoned his colleagues, and he rushed all the way like a dog, and he kept praying in his heart, praying that these two people would never have anything to do, otherwise let alone wait until he retired, if he couldn't do it, he would have to be expelled from the police force tomorrow.

Thankfully, no one was hurt, but what happened next made it difficult for him to deal with it again.

In addition to Dong Wuyan and Yang Yue in the box, the eldest young master of the Wang family and the second miss of the Qin family were also there—well, there was also a man I didn't know. And this man is still lying together with Miss Dong in such an ambiguous posture.

"Miss Dong, are you okay?" Pan Zhenhua asked anxiously.

"It's okay, did you catch someone?" Dong Wuyan got up from the ground, looked at Yan Murong who had already walked to the window and asked.

"Didn't catch it." Pan Zhenhua shook his head guiltily. "When we came up, we arranged for people to go to the opposite upstairs, but we didn't find any suspicious people, and the sniper point was found, but there were no clues."

"Miss Dong, don't worry." Seeing that Dong Wuyan's face was not very good-looking, Pan Zhenhua hurriedly said. "Superintendent Kang has set up a task force to investigate this matter, and as long as the killer is still in Hong Kong, we will dig three feet into the ground to find him out."

Regarding Pan Zhenhua's assurance, Dong Wuyan didn't take it seriously at all.

As long as he's still in Hong Kong, can you get him out? What if it's not? Doesn't it have anything to do with you?

Therefore, Dong Wuyan naturally will not rely on this group of police, she will use the power of the Dong family.

Dong Wuyan came out without a bodyguard, but when something like this happened, she called the bodyguard over, and several other people also took out their phones and called their bodyguards up.

This made Pan Zhenhua very helpless. Obviously, so many special police officers with guns are at the scene, and people still have to call their bodyguards, but they don't believe them.

"Shall we go?" When several people's bodyguards arrived, Dong Wuyan looked at Pan Zhenhua and asked.

"Yes." Pan Zhenhua nodded and said. "But—"

"You want to take a statement, right?" Dong Wuyan interrupted Pan Zhenhua's words, pointed to Yan Murong who was standing at the window and said. "Let him go."

Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and then wanted to die depressedly.

How can you say that you saved her life just now, why did you sell yourself in a blink of an eye? You swaggered and followed the bodyguards, why do I have to go to the bureau?

However, Yan Murong was still a step late, and he was just about to refuse, but Dong Wuyan had already walked out under the protection of his bodyguards.

Yan Murong touched her nose and smiled bitterly, thinking, it seems that this woman doubts herself.

Indeed, Yan Murong is very suspicious.

It is true that he was invited by Dong Wuyan, but he was also the last to come, and he opened the curtains after entering the house, which just created conditions for snipers.

Dong Wuyan is not stupid, she also suspects Yan Murong, but when there is no evidence, she will not say it. Therefore, simply use the excuse of letting Yan Murong go back to record a confession and let the police look for evidence.

"Sir, please come back with us." Pan Zhenhua looked at Yan Murong and said.

"Okay." Yan Murong nodded, and did not refuse.

Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Yan Murong didn't do anything, so naturally he wouldn't be afraid of anything - even if he did, if he pretended to be stupid, no one would see it.

After leaving a few colleagues to investigate the scene, Pan Zhenhua personally took Yan Murong into his car and came directly to the police station. In the interrogation room, Pan Zhenhua made Yan Murong a cup of tea and sat down.

Because Yan Murong was only here to assist in the investigation, Pan Zhenhua's attitude was still very polite - moreover, this man could be with Dong Wuyan and the others, and his identity must not be much different.

"Sir, your name." Pan Zhenhua asked.

"Yan Murong, Yanjing people." Yan Murong said.

"Yanjing people?" Pan Zhenhua was stunned and asked in surprise. "What are you here for?"

"Do business."

"Okay." Pan Zhenhua nodded and continued. "Mr. Yan, according to Miss Dong, it seems that the time you agreed on is half past eight, but the time you arrived is eight fifty, twenty minutes late."

"Yes, if you can't get a taxi, you'll be late." Yan Murong said.

"And the first thing you do when you enter the box is to open the curtains, isn't it?" Pan Zhenhua continued. "Mr. Yan, don't worry, we don't suspect you, we just want you to recall if you found anything unusual after you opened the curtains."

"Nope." Yan Murong shook his head, but he smiled bitterly in his heart.

Isn't that called suspicion? Seeing that Dong Wuyan really felt that he had done it himself.

"Really didn't find anything?" Pan Zhenhua asked.

"Can I make a call?" Yan Murong did not answer, but asked to call.

"Yes." Dong Wuyan nodded.

So, Yan Murong took out the phone from his pocket and dialed Li Jianhua's number.

Soon, Li Jianhua's deep and magnetic voice came from the other side of the phone. "Hello, who?"

"Brother Li, it's me."

"Murong?" Li Jianhua was stunned for a moment, then laughed. "Why did you remember to call me so late?"

"Did you disturb your rest?" Yan Murong said apologetically. "That's embarrassing."

"No, I'm reading." Li Jianhua said with a smile. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just a little thing that needs your help." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Okay, tell me about it." Li Jianhua agreed without a little hesitation.

"I'm in—" said as he looked at the sign hanging on Pan Zhenhua's chest. "I'm at the Central Police Station, please trouble Brother Li to get me out."

"Okay, I'll be right here." Li Jianhua didn't ask why, but said. "Wait a minute, I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"You don't have to come in person-" Before Yan Murong finished speaking, Li Jianhua had already hung up the phone.