Special Forces Medic-Chapter 844 - 817: Testimony (Part 2)

"Explanation? I only know one of them. As I mentioned earlier, I know nothing about the other two. Maybe they did something to displease someone and were silenced!" Yan Juanjuan said this while staring at Yao Zheng, showing some leniency to this man.

"What is your relationship with District Chief Yao?" No one expected Hua Muyun to ask such a sensitive question at this point. Yao Zheng felt uneasy; he had no standing to stop Hua Muyun and couldn’t prevent Yan Juanjuan’s answer in front of the others. He felt a layer of sweat forming on his back.

"We have a child together, who is seven years old and currently living in Italy, taken care of by my parents."

"Ah, I see!" Hua Muyun nodded. "So you arranged for his office to be hijacked as revenge? Trying to catch the investors?" Hua Muyun looked at another charge in the case files, tapping his fingers on the table. "Love turned to hate!"

"I didn’t do it. Even if I wanted him dead, I didn’t have the capability. Why not ask Director Ji where I was at that time?"

"Director Ji? Ji Weihua from the District Police Bureau’s Administration Section?"

"That’s right!" Yan Juanjuan nodded.

"Alright, go call in Ji Weihua."

"Secretary Hua!" Yao Zheng suddenly stood up, rubbing his forehead with one hand, looking pale, his lips trembling. His weak voice drew Hua Muyun’s scrutiny.

"Yao Zheng, are you feeling unwell?"

"The air here feels stifling. Could I possibly be allowed to excuse myself?"

"But you’re the lead examiner this time. If you leave, who will preside over this case?" Hua Muyun said flatly, glancing at Wu Mian. "How about this, Director Wu, you take over for District Chief Yao, and Yao Zheng, you just listen on the side."

Without permission to leave, Yao Zheng clenched his fists and sat back down, the initiative now in Wu Mian’s hands.

"Yan Juanjuan, your husband Han Fei is involved in secretly selling and buying banned drugs. He coordinated all North District officers to clear the way, set up manufacturing, and suppress non-cooperative officers. Did you know about this?"

"Director Wu, without orders from above, how could my husband possibly hide the sky with one hand? Now that he’s dead, having him bear this blame alone seems unjust to me."

"So, you knew about it? Were you involved?"

"I was the source merchant. Han Fei was responsible for the security of the transportation routes. Technically, he wasn’t directly involved; he was doing security work to ensure the safe flow of drugs, facilitating the North District’s sales network. And ten percent of the profits from drug trades were allocated to his metal fund to grease the right palms, including the former Director of the North District Police Station."

"Director Zhao has been missing for a long time. Where is he now? Or have you already gotten rid of him?"

"Director Zhao? Hehe, he should have returned to his original position by now!"

"Yan Juanjuan, clarify what you mean by ’returning to his original position.’"

"Hengfei Group’s current state is possible because of connections with the underworld. From the time I founded Hengfei Mansion, a high-ranking official hinted if I was interested in another type of business. It was my impulsive desire for money, or perhaps I trusted the wrong people, that led me to agree to start smuggling by leveraging Hengfei Group’s import-export trade ventures, helping this official bring in raw materials and investing in factory construction."

"How did you bypass customs?"

"Money and power!" Yan Juanjuan said decisively. "The North District is not a wealthy area; poverty is more prevalent than wealth. It’s a place of extremes; some have money beyond their lifetimes’ needs, while those in the center struggle without decent housing."

"President Yan certainly has a sense of justice!" Yao Zheng suddenly mocked, a cold stare settling on his face. "If President Yan cares so much about the poor, why not donate some funds for aid? The cost of a single front hall’s renovation at the North Palace could feed many."

"Hengfei’s cargo doesn’t need any security checks at the docks. Hengfei even has a designated fleet of container trucks for transport. Essentially, when police intervene, things tend to go smoothly. Even with suspicions, official ranks make people turn a blind eye. Moreover, an exemption document eliminates the need for inspections, which cost quite a bit to acquire."

"Haha!" Wu Mian chuckled inexplicably, continuing his questioning on banned drugs. "Where do the raw materials come from, how do you meet the demand, and who else is involved besides you and Han Fei?"

"The contact operations were handled by that high-ranking official. We act based on the information provided. I only know the figure is called Fourth Master; I know nothing else about him."

"How are the manufactured drugs sold? Besides the North District, where else are they sold, and who are the intermediaries?"

"Did you kill a hostess named Xiao Mei in the North District before?"

"Oh, is that listed in my charges?" Yan Juanjuan retorted, without waiting for Wu Mian’s answer, she continued. "There’s been a rumor in the North District, possibly related to our District Chief. I wonder if District Chief Yao minds me mentioning it?"

"Yan Juanjuan, stick to the facts and don’t make baseless accusations." Yao Zheng’s low voice didn’t instill much fear in Yan Juanjuan’s ears.

"Director Wu, may I ask one more question?"

"Go ahead."

"Is there another charge among those against me, that I planned to murder Secretary Luo?"

"Yan Juanjuan, let’s take this one step at a time, no rush." Wu Mian chuckled again, feeling in good spirits, while Hua Muyun, keeping silent until now, had a grave expression.

"Yan Juanjuan, you keep denying one fact, which is that you’ve been portraying yourself as a victim in all events, implying these were done under duress?"

"I don’t mean that! I don’t deny the massive profits from banned drugs. So from involvement to downfall, it’s all self-driven, including setting up a contact shop on Red Street, disguised as a hardware store."

"Who is the owner?"

"Last name Wang, but I can’t recall the full name, a distant relative from the Wang Family."

"Where is this person now?"

"Dead!" Yan Juanjuan suddenly lowered her head, brushing her hair with her hand. "It was probably during the city’s investigation into Xiao Mei’s murder, but I’m not clear on the details."

"One last question, who is the high-ranking official you mentioned?" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please vote on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)