"What's going on inside now?" Jiang Cong asked, not forgetting the real purpose of his trip.
"All the ambush is in place. We're just waiting for Scorpion to show up for the deal." Yang Heng said excitedly. If conditions permitted, he would probably be the first to rush forward and subdue Scorpion.
"It won't be that simple tonight." Jiang Cong propped his chin up and stared through the car window at the people coming and going at the club entrance.
Yang Heng's heart skipped a beat. Jiang Cong never made baseless judgments. Could it be that tonight's plan was about to change?
For a moment, the atmosphere in the car was oppressive. Everyone fell silent and looked out of the window in unison, their hearts in their throats.
Yang Heng even prayed madly in his heart that the operation would go smoothly. However, the voice from the walkie - talkie shattered his fantasy mercilessly.
"Report. Scorpion got the news and escaped. His whereabouts are unknown."
Yang Heng's voice almost broke. Then, like grabbing at a straw, he asked nervously, "What! Brother Jiang, what should we do next?"
Jiang Cong took the walkie - talkie and said to the person reporting on the other side, "Did anyone see the general direction of Scorpion's escape?"
This question was like giving a direction to those who were running around like headless chickens. A young team member stood up and said, "I saw him running towards the underground passage."
The underground passage?
It seemed that the open terrain there was a good place to escape. But Scorpion was a cunning and treacherous man. Would he really choose such an obvious way to escape?
The answer was, of course, no.
Sometimes, the most dangerous place was the safest place.
Jiang Cong closed his eyes and simulated Scorpion's escape route in his mind.
If he were Scorpion, he would go against the grain, circle around behind the policemen who came to arrest him, change from being on the defensive to the offensive, hide in the dark and observe. When the policemen were attracted to the wrong direction, he would leave without a trace.
Yes, that's it.
Yang Heng didn't dare to disturb Jiang Cong, but he was extremely anxious. Fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Jiang Cong suddenly opened his eyes and said firmly, "Search every fire escape. Open every door."
Yang Heng didn't doubt him and immediately gave the order. In less than half an hour, the news came that Scorpion had been captured.
Yang Heng's admiration for Jiang Cong grew stronger. "Brother Jiang, you're really amazing! You could even predict this. I'm ashamed of myself and I'm willing to admit defeat."
Jiang Cong ignored Yang Heng's flattery. His eyes were fixed on Qi Long, the nightclub owner who was brought back to the police station for interrogation along with Scorpion.
"Tell Director Wang that I want to participate in Qi Long's interrogation." Jiang Cong's face was calm, showing no emotion.
Yang Heng thought it was a waste of Jiang Cong's talent to participate in the interrogation, but he had to report Jiang Cong's intention to Director Wang.
Director Wang had the same thought as Yang Heng. But since Jiang Cong wanted to participate, he might as well let him. Maybe Jiang Cong had smelled some unusual conspiracy.
Thinking like this, Director Wang approved Jiang Cong's request.
When Yang Heng came out of Director Wang's office, he was still confused. He was really puzzled. What was going on in this world? Instead of interrogating the big drug lord Scorpion, they were going to interrogate Qi Long, who was not even a small fry. It was really not worth it.
Facing Yang Heng's question, Jiang Cong didn't explain much. Now, he had more important things to do.
In the interrogation room, Qi Long sat quietly on the chair. His face showed no joy or sorrow, as if he had already expected such an end.
Jiang Cong pushed open the door and walked to the chair opposite Qi Long.
The slight noise made Qi Long turn his head slightly, but only for a moment. Then he withdrew his inquisitive look and resumed his serene posture.
"Just ask whatever you want." Qi Long didn't intend to hide anything. He simply said bluntly.
Jiang Cong gave a soft laugh. "Mr. Qi is really a straightforward person. I'm sure you've already told everything you should. Otherwise, you wouldn't have anonymously reported that there were people dealing and taking drugs in the club."
Qi Long finally looked squarely at the young Jiang Cong sitting opposite him. The admiration in his eyes was undisguised.
Indeed, Jiang Cong was right. The person who reported to the police anonymously was Qi Long himself.
He was tired of living in constant fear and hated drugs deeply. So he wanted to use the police's hand to crack down on those criminals who had been roaming around in the club and blatantly committing crimes.
Qi Long thought no one would know that he was the anonymous informant, but Jiang Cong in front of him really impressed him.
"I have to say, the people in the police station keep asking the same old questions. You're the one who suits my taste. You're smart and straightforward." Qi Long looked more relaxed and said in a booming voice.
Jiang Cong smiled faintly and accepted Qi Long's compliment. "Thank you. I came here because I need Mr. Qi's help with something."
Qi Long waved his hand generously and readily agreed. "Just say it. As long as I can help, just ask."
Jiang Cong stood up from the chair, walked to Qi Long's side, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I need you to provide the lists of all the customers who have consumed in the club in the past five years."
Qi Long frowned slightly, looking a bit embarrassed, but still agreed. "Okay. I'll try to get them for you after I get out. But some data may be inaccurate because it's been so long. You should be prepared."
Jiang Cong nodded and reached out his hand to shake Qi Long's. "Then, thank you, Mr. Qi."
Qi Long shook Jiang Cong's hand back. "I think we could be confidants or friends. I wonder if I have the honor to call you, Professor Jiang, my friend."
Jiang Cong didn't care about one's background or social status, so he didn't hesitate to reply, "It's my great honor."
Meetings in this world are so wonderful. It's not that the longer you know someone, the better.
Not long after, Jiang Cong deeply understood a truth: Sometimes, if a certain aspect of a person just touches another person, then no matter what that person has done, in the other person's heart and eyes, that person is always the best.
With Jiang Cong's bail, Qi Long finally managed to get out of this storm unscathed. Qi Long acted quickly. In just two days, he handed over the records of the club's customers in the past five years to Jiang Cong.