Chapter 402: Zhao Dapeng’s Arres (1/2)
Turning to Mr. Zhao, he threatened, ”You old fogey, don't you dare freeze my credit card!”
This young man wasn’t just rude, he hadn’t even received basic fostering!
Mr. Zhao shouted, ”Dapeng, sit down! We need to talk to you!”
”Fuck that! You can sit if you want to!” dismissed Zhao Dapeng. “You said all I have to do is show up, so here I am. Give me money. I still have something to do later.”
Mr. Zhao slammed the table and roared, ”What is it that’s so important?! Aren’t you just fooling around with those friends of yours?”
”You’re not allowed to insult my friends!” yelled Zhao Dapeng, tit-for-tat.
Their father-son relationship had become so strained they had no way of communicating besides yelling. Xiaotao pulled down her shirt, deliberately revealing her cleavage. ”Dapeng, I’d like to ask you about something,” smiled Xiaotao.
The fierce, aggressive Zhao Dapeng suddenly crumbled like a kitten. Face red as a ripe tomato, he glanced away, too afraid to look at Xiaotao as he asked falteringly, ”Who are you?”
Although he was from a wealthy family, Zhao Dapeng was perhaps more inept than Dali at dealing with girls, especially confident, glamorous ones like Xiaotao... In fact, Dali's emotional intelligence would leave him in the dust.
Xiaotao coaxed, ”Dapeng, sit down. Don’t worry, I’ll explain it all to you.”
”I’ll only stay for a while. I really do have something and the car is still parked downstairs!” Zhao Dapeng sat beside Xiaotao.
Xiaotao turned to me, ”Song Yang, pour us a glass of water!” She blinked repeatedly.
Aware of her implication, I stood up, pretending to serve water while I locked the door.
As soon as I was seated once more, Xiaotao resumed her normal manner of speaking. Throwing her badge on the table, she said, ”Look carefully, Young Master Zhao. We are the police. I’ll be honest, it wasn’t easy to meet with you.”
Zhao Dapeng's pupils suddenly contracted, his Adam's apple rolling up and down his throat and his hands subconsciously clenched the sofa cushion. ”A-are you looking for me?” he feigned composure.
”Where were you on the evening of July 12th?” Xiaotao demanded.
Mr. Zhao was taken aback. ”Ms. Huang, didn't you say it wasn’t anything serious?”
”Please don't interrupt, Mr. Zhao. We suspect your son is related to a brutal criminal case!”
With widened eyes, Mr. Zhao covered his chest. Instead, Xiaotao raised two fingers, baiting Zhao Dapeng as she sneered, ”Actually, it's two cases. Am I right?”
In a venomous outburst, Zhao Dapeng yelled, ”Who gave you the right to investigate me? Do you have a search warrant?”
”Yes, come up with a search warrant!” echoed Mr. Zhao.
”And who was it who taught you to do this?” I sneered.
The little courage that Zhao Dapeng had mustered up immediately deflated like a balloon. ”N-no!” he insisted.
”Answer the question,” huffed Xiaotao. “What were you doing and who were you with on the evening of July 12th and July 15th?”
”I don't know!” cried Zhao Dapeng.
”Do you really think there’s any use in lying at this point?” Xiaotao grabbed her handcuffs from the back and slammed them on the table.
”I... I really don't know,” shivered Zhao Dapeng.
”Have you lost your memory? Or would like me to remind you what you were doing the night before last?” Xiaotao continued.