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Unexpectedly, when the captain saw Yang Xiaoyou starting to dial, he showed no intention of asking questions. His inquiries directed at Laiwei also slowed down significantly, seemingly giving Yang Xiaoyou ample time to call for help.
After all, he was just a soldier carrying out orders; if the conflict escalated and affected him, it would be a tragedy.
Although he had received some implied orders, he was not foolish enough to directly confront the opposing forces' support.
Ordinary citizens without connections were one thing, but since he had his own relationships, it was better to wait until both sides brought out their heavyweights and then lean towards the stronger side.
This way, even in failure, he would have an excuse to explain himself.
Initially, seeing the other party's aggressive demeanor, Yang Xiaoyou thought he was a staunch member of the Common Unity Party. However, it seemed that he was just an old hand used to such situations.
That aggressive attitude could, in some ways, serve as a protective cover; at least he had a reason to defend himself regardless of what happened.
Clearly, those who had given Yang Xiaoyou their business cards might not remember him personally, but once reminded, they quickly recalled him as the wronged child from last time.
However, when each of them remembered him, they initially displayed enthusiasm and a sense of ownership. But after hearing about his current predicament, most chose silence and began to make various excuses.
Nevertheless, Yang Xiaoyou himself remained patient and undeterred as he continued dialing one after another. Finally, when he reached the last contact, there was a moment of hesitation and contemplation on the other end.
"Yang, this matter is quite complicated and involves some big players. If it were you personally being stopped, I would definitely intervene to protect you. But if it's just your friend... well, I can't really get involved without risking sending the wrong signal. That's a consequence I can't bear," the high-ranking official explained to Yang Xiaoyou while subtly hinting at some information.
"I know who is behind this. In the current situation, I can ensure that my position is solid; I just lack a channel for expression and appeal," Yang Xiaoyou replied calmly, seeming to have anticipated this scenario.
"Well then, if this person is indeed important to you, you might consider contacting Mr. Liang directly," the voice on the other end hesitated but ultimately provided guidance on how to resolve the issue at hand.
With this response, Yang Xiaoyou felt he had gained a clearer understanding of the situation.
He wasn't skilled in politics and found political struggles and various tricks distasteful; however, basic judgment was still within his grasp.
As he made consecutive calls, those who answered looked around cautiously. Clearly, people within the police system were aware of which faction's influence lay behind this matter.
Given the current momentum of the Common Unity Party, although upper-level power was still infiltrating processes, members of the Neutral Faction would not want to offend them lightly.
Just like with the last Chief Inspector—if it were Yang Xiaoyou himself involved, they would have an excuse to step in. Now they certainly dared not express any opinions too freely; after all, these individuals represented significant forces behind them. Sending out the wrong signal could lead to various passive consequences.
Yang Xiaoyou had initiated contact with these Chief Inspectors, hoping to express his intentions through other channels. He believed that during this period of communication, someone had already informed that gentleman about the situation at hand, giving him enough time to understand the current circumstances.
The differing attitudes reflected in the words of the last contact suggested that someone had likely hinted at something to him.
This naturally allowed for the next steps to be planned.
Initially, Yang Xiaoyou had not prepared for this series of plans. However, since the Common Unity Party foolishly decided to mobilize Official resources directly in an attempt to forcibly alter the facts, it undoubtedly provided him with another opportunity.
An opportunity to drag the neutral faction into the fray.
The Common Unity Party clearly felt that their enemies were too few, so they decisively sought to fulfill their desires.
"Fellow, I hear you're quite lively, but you really shouldn't get involved in this matter. It's for your own good; I wouldn't want my Precious Niece complaining about my inaction," came a familiar voice from the other end of the phone, tinged with a hint of annoyance.
Just from the voice, Yang Xiaoyou could picture the refined middle-aged man.
However, it was puzzling; clearly, he had seemed dissatisfied with Yang Xiaoyou at their last encounter, yet now he adopted a tone of an elder. It appeared that he still held some degree of recognition for Yang Xiaoyou, as there was indeed a hint of concern in his words.
"Uncle," Yang Xiaoyou called out first but then fell silent.
"Hmm?"
"Um, Liang Wuxuan might be pregnant with my child."
With that statement, there was a sudden click followed by the busy tone on the line. Yang Xiaoyou hung up with a calm expression and began to wait.
The police captain who had deliberately slowed down seemed somewhat baffled by this exchange.
Yet he couldn't help but admire this fellow's connections. Although he might have faced many rejections, being able to find so many people who knew the 'inside story' in such a short time clearly demonstrated his influence. His cautious gesture of goodwill this time had not been in vain.
He should also realize that he had intentionally given him time to call for help; even if something went wrong, the likelihood of it being blamed on him was significantly reduced.
"Alright, let's move along. Is there anyone here willing to give a statement? If not, you can all disperse." After seeing that enough time had passed, the team leader took out his handcuffs, seemingly intending to take Laiwei away directly.
However, where they would be taken—whether to the police station or somewhere else—was uncertain. At that point, any excuse about a suspect escaping could easily be turned against them.
The Common Unity Party had the home advantage here; what constituted 'facts' could be more loosely fabricated for outsiders.
"Let's wait a bit. My lawyer is still on the way," Yang Xiaoyou softly urged the captain who wanted to take Laiwei away.
He didn't intend to make things difficult for this officer just following orders.
Upon hearing this, a flicker of hesitation crossed the captain's face. In his view, the outcome for both sides had already been determined when he hadn't received a call from his superiors. Otherwise, he would have been notified by now.
As for whether the person on the other end was a legitimate lawyer?
In this environment, those who were merely talkers couldn't compete with the powerful. The privileged class had existed since ancient times; the so-called legal system was relative.
"Let's first ask the citizens around and gather information from other directions," the team leader finally decided to take a step back after some hesitation.
Without strong orders, taking someone away would still count as completing his task without any repercussions. However, if he didn't wait and something unexpected happened, he would surely bear the brunt of it.
"Hey, is that lawyer of yours reliable? My brother's connections with these fellows here aren't great; they probably won't make much effort to help," Laiwei leaned in close to Yang Xiaoyou and whispered in his ear.
The warmth of her breath made his ear tingle. Looking down, he could see a deep neckline through her loose collar, revealing a healthy sun-kissed complexion that added a touch of vitality.
"He should be reliable; don't worry, he'll be here soon." Yang Xiaoyou reassured her, wanting to calm her down. He couldn't afford to provoke her; otherwise, any reasonable argument could quickly turn unreasonable if she decided to act out.
Sure enough, they didn't have to wait long before the police officers symbolically questioning some citizens around hadn't even finished taking notes.
A plain black sedan without any markings glided into the scene like a ghost, its engine nearly silent.
The previously indifferent captain first glanced at the car with suspicion and then seemed to lower his head in thought. His expression changed dramatically afterward.
If this was indeed reinforcements summoned by the other party, then waiting had undoubtedly been the right choice.
No matter how powerful the Common Unity Party is, in this small piece of land, there is always only one voice. The biochemical incident at Pudong Airport has already resulted in significant casualties.
For others, such an example would undoubtedly be a political stain, but for Mr. Liang, public opinion overwhelmingly reported positively, constantly comparing the losses in Kapa City to highlight his effective response.
Especially after the tragedy in Tokyo, comparisons appeared in various forums—be it news reports, newspapers, or online discussions—to emphasize the successful prevention of the outbreak at Pudong Airport.
Without strong positive pressure to forcefully shatter the situation, any party attempting to act here must consider the other side's stance.
Initially, the captain could attend to duties not only due to pressure from the Common Unity Party and its aspects but also because the city government adopted a tacitly permissive attitude.
However, with the arrival of the Puhua Wushi vehicle, it indicated that his original mission was now complete.
"Just be pragmatic. You, get in." As the rear window of the car rolled down, a familiar figure occasionally seen on television appeared inside.
After casually addressing the police outside, he turned to glance at Yang Xiaoyou.
Although his tone seemed to carry a strong command and directive quality, under normal circumstances, Yang Xiaoyou would have retorted sharply. However, this time, she merely smiled and opened the car door, sitting down beside him without any pretense.
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