009 The road is narrow for enemies

Shortly after, the iron door was pulled open, and two people entered. Zhang Ziwen lifted his head to see who it was. Damn it! It was the policewoman who interrogated him this morning, and the other was the little flathead who had arrested him. It was indeed a small world. He hadn't expected this policewoman to work in this police station.

Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly. To be honest, he didn't really want to see her again. She would probably hassle him again.

The policewoman was still wearing her uniform, looking beautiful as ever. After sitting down, she glanced at Zhang Ziwen. Her beautiful eyes registered recognition, followed by a hint of disdain. It seemed that her impression of Zhang Ziwen was quite negative. But Zhang Ziwen didn't care. He wasn't particularly fond of the policewoman either.

"Name?" The policewoman's tone was as cold and emotionless as it was this morning.

Damn it, Zhang Ziwen felt irritated. Wasn't she just asking for the sake of asking?

"Name," the policewoman repeated in a drawn-out tone, her patience wearing thin.

"Zhang Ziwen!" Zhang Ziwen deliberately echoed her tone.

"Home address?" The policewoman glared at him, displeased with his attitude.

"You already know, why are you asking me?" Zhang Ziwen retorted.

"Home address!"

"Didn't I tell you already?"

"Smack!" The policewoman slammed the table. "Zhang Ziwen, be honest and stop giving me attitude." Zhang Ziwen could tell that the policewoman was particularly irritable today.

"Wu Min, stop acting all high and mighty with me. I've told you, I don't want to see you again." Zhang Ziwen's patience had reached its limit. If it weren't for the fact that she was a woman, he would have cursed at her already.

The policewoman, Wu Min, was taken aback when he called out her name. Seeing Zhang Ziwen's disrespectful attitude towards her, she stood up abruptly, her beautiful face turning pale, her body trembling slightly, her eyebrows furrowing as if she was about to explode.

The little flathead who had arrested Zhang Ziwen noticed Wu Min's change in complexion and heard Zhang Ziwen directly addressing her by name. He couldn't understand their relationship, so he gently nudged Wu Min and said, "Inspector Wu, do you know him?"

Wu Min, feeling a bit embarrassed by his question, reluctantly sat back down, her face flushed with anger. "Who would know this little hoodlum? It's absurd."

As she spoke, her face turned slightly red. Wu Min remembered how Zhang Ziwen had leered at her chest before, and she wasn't particularly pleased about it.

Zhang Ziwen's remark about her appearance ignited an inexplicable anger in her. With disdain and disgust written all over his face, he clearly struck a nerve, especially when it came to a woman who was confident in her looks.

Zhang Ziwen's words were rather malicious, and seeing Wu Min's distorted expression, it was evident. Zhang Ziwen felt a sense of satisfaction in his retaliation. He didn't feel guilty at all.

"Wu Min, Inspector Wu," the little flathead said, noticing her pale complexion, "you don't look too good. You should take a rest. Let me handle the interrogation."

Wu Min, still in a daze, replied, "What did you say? You're going to interrogate him? No way. I'm fine. I'll do it myself. I don't believe in superstition."

The policewoman pointed to the computer and instructed the little flathead to print something out. Shortly after, the little flathead found the information Wu Min needed and the printer started humming in the interrogation room.

While printing out the information, Wu Min asked again, "Zhang Ziwen, I won't ask anything else. Tell me what happened tonight." She was clearly trying to control her emotions.

Zhang Ziwen, indifferent, said, "If I told you it was a misunderstanding, would you believe me?"

Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, she probably wouldn't.

As expected, Wu Min responded disdainfully, "Would you believe it if I said I did?" She then realized Zhang Ziwen wasn't getting to the point. Sternly, she said, "I'm asking the questions here. Just answer honestly."

Zhang Ziwen shrugged and said, "Then I have nothing to say. You don't believe it's a misunderstanding, so be it. I don't feel like talking to you."

This time, the policewoman, Wu Min, wasn't provoked by Zhang Ziwen's sarcasm. She said coldly, "Humph, Zhang Ziwen, don't think you can fool your way out of this with your old tricks. Do you know how serious your offense is? Two of our colleagues have multiple fractures, and one has a shattered sternum. You're ruthless."

Zhang Ziwen retorted, displeased, "How was I supposed to know they were police officers? They were in plain clothes and came charging at me as soon as they got out of the car. There were no signs on their foreheads saying they were cops. Didn't you see I was busy dealing with those thugs? How is it my fault?"

After speaking, Zhang Ziwen gestured towards the little flathead and asked him, "Tell me, did you guys announce your identity when you charged at us? Did you show your police badges?"

The little flathead hesitated for a moment. He hadn't expected Zhang Ziwen to suddenly question him. When they passed by the scene, they saw Zhang Ziwen in the midst of a fight, with several people lying on the ground, some possibly dead or injured. They were in a critical situation and decided to take Zhang Ziwen down, but they didn't have time to show their police badges. Now that he thought about it, the little flathead didn't know how to respond.

Seeing the little flathead's silence, Wu Min speculated that Zhang Ziwen's account was probably true. However, her colleagues had been seriously injured by Zhang Ziwen. Could she just let him off the hook like that?

Wu Min knocked on the table and said, "What are you spacing out for? I'm asking you about the brawl with those thugs tonight." She hoped to find a loophole in his conflict with the thugs.

Zhang Ziwen quickly understood what the beautiful policewoman was thinking. He sneered inwardly, surprised that someone with an angelic face like hers could be as cunning as a snake. She wanted to deceive him, but he wasn't buying it.

With a smirk, Zhang Ziwen said, "It's simple. I was just being a hero, coming to the rescue. Shouldn't the government give me a Good Samaritan award?"

"Don't act all smug. Do you think we police officers are fools? Do you think we don't know about your criminal record?"

"Criminal record? You've got it wrong."

"Humph, I bet you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin."

"Then tell me. Stop beating around the bush."

"Fine, your memory seems to be failing you. Listen carefully."

"I'm all ears," Zhang Ziwen said nonchalantly.

Hmph, let's see if you'll still be so cocky later. Wu Min looked at him, itching to teach him a lesson.

"Zhang Ziwen, male, Han nationality, unmarried, born in Zhonghai City, high school education. He's now 23 years old, or rather, it's your birthday today, so you're 24." Wu Min corrected his age with a smirk, infuriating Zhang Ziwen.

Continuing, Wu Min said, "Your parents passed away when you were in junior high school. Your guardian is your cousin, named He Li, who supported you through high school. You currently reside at Building 3, Unit 2, Room 8, Floor 4, No. 84 Xianghe Lane, Annan Road, Zhonghai City. This is the only inheritance left to you by your deceased parents. Is that correct?" Wu Min asked him.

"Yes, go on," Zhang Ziwen thought it was quite a lot of information. Even his cousin supporting him was known.

"After graduating from high school, you enlisted in the navy and joined the North Sea Fleet 37107 unit. You completed three months of basic training and six months of gunnery training on a secluded island. During the six months in the training company, you specialized in the 25mm and 37mm guns and excelled in your studies."

Wu Min glanced at him with disdain as she said this. She couldn't believe that this little hoodlum had achieved such excellent results.

Zhang Ziwen didn't notice her disdainful look. Instead, memories of his time in the military flooded his mind.