Loved By An Older Man

Seeing that he didn't intend to say anything, Jiang Yu didn't ask any further. In the end, Mo Long told Jiang Yu about this matter himself.

"I asked Teng Yi to investigate the information of the police chief, Harden," Mo Long explained simply. "Now, I have something on Harden. If this is the condition, I'm not afraid that he won't investigate this matter clearly."

"You actually asked the Teng Yi to investigate the police chief?" Jiang Yu was dumbfounded. "When did this happen?"

Mo Long answered truthfully, "Last night, after you fell asleep."

Jiang Yu paused for a moment and then began to worry again. "But if you go looking for that director like this, will something happen? This isn't our home country, so many things are uncertain."

"It's fine, don't worry," Mo Long comforted her. "I have something on him, and he won't dare to do anything to me."

"Then when do you plan to go? Now?" Jiang Yu was still worried, and her eyes were filled with worry.

"This matter is not suitable to be delayed any longer." Mo Long lowered his eyes. "I'll go now."

Jiang Yu's feet could not be discharged from the hospital yet, so she could only remind Mo Long, "Be careful on the road."

"Okay, I'll be careful."

Mo Long left the hospital and took a taxi to the police station.

At first, the police only treated him as an ordinary informant and did not ask any more questions. Mo Long walked straight into the innermost room and said to the operator, "I want to see your chief."

The operator glanced at him and saw that he was wearing ordinary casual clothes. He could not help but have the thought of snubbing him, "Who are you? If you want to see our chief, you need to make an appointment. If you don't have an appointment, you can't see him."

Mo Long placed one hand on the front desk and said word by word, "I said, I want to see your chief."

The operator was impatient. "I said, you can't see our chief without an appointment! Are you deaf? Or do you not understand human language?"

Mo Long narrowed his eyes and revealed a faint murderous intent.

The operator was a little scared for a moment, but he relied on his position in the police station, so he still spoke very firmly. "It's useless for you to look at me like that. Anyway, you can't see our chief!"

"Then forget it." Mo Long returned to normal. "When something happens, don't regret what you did today."

As he said that, he turned around and was about to leave.

The operator's heart trembled, and he hurriedly shouted at Mo Long, "Wait!"

Although the operator looked down on Mo Long, who was wearing casual clothes, his expression just now did not seem like a joke.

Therefore, after a short moment of consideration, the operator still planned to let Mo Long go in to see Harden.

When Mo Long walked into Harden's office, he saw a bald middle-aged man sitting on a chair smoking.

"Who is it?" Harden looked at Mo Long casually and asked, "Asian?"

Mo Long did not answer, but sat down on the sofa for two.

Harden, who had been ignored, was instantly incensed. "I'm asking you a question. Can't you hear me? You still have such an expression when you're begging me to do something. I think you're tired of living!"

As he spoke, he fiercely extinguished the cigarette butt. Just as he was about to call someone in to chase Mo Long away, he heard Mo Long suddenly say, "What if I say that you will be begging me?"

"I will be begging you?" Harden grinned, revealing two rows of uneven big yellow teeth, "Do you know who I am? What do I need to beg you for? In this place, it's always others who beg me. Who do you think you are?"

"Harden, thirty years ago, you graduated first from the bottom in the police academy. After that, you didn't have a stable job for the next ten years. You relied on the wealth left by your grandfather's generation to survive. Later, it was your father who spent 200,000 yuan to buy a position for you in the police station. Only then did you have a real job. After that..."

Before Mo Long could finish his words, Hadden stopped him with a terrified expression. "Shut up! How did you know about this?!"

"I know something else. Do you want to hear it?"

"Who... Who are you?" Hadden was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat.

Mo Long simply said his name. "Mo Long."

"Mo, Mo Long?" For a moment, Harden felt that this name was familiar, but he could not remember where he had heard it before.

"Harden, I have a lot of information about you in my hands, including the matter of your corruption a few years ago." Mo Long looked at him gloomily, "Do you think that you can rest easy without any evidence at that time? But I have already found the evidence. As long as I hand this evidence to the media, how long do you think you can sit in this position?"

Mo Long's expression didn't seem like he was joking, so Harden didn't even dare to breathe for a moment.