Chapter 349: Chapter 349

Shen Fang raised the Wolf Fang Club again, but before it even touched Duan Wenhu, she ducked her head and curled up like a startled bird.

Shen Fang sneered coldly, stood up, leisurely circled around to Duan Wenhu’s back, and then returned to his original position.

During this time, Duan Wenhu kept clutching her head, screaming and evading Shen Fang: "Help! The police are hitting me! Is anyone going to stop him? Does the law even exist anymore?"

No matter how hysterically Duan Wenhu screamed, no one outside the door came in.

Exhausted from shouting, Duan Wenhu looked at Shen Fang in despair. Her pale face, contrasted with the bright red bloodstains, was now devoid of her earlier arrogance. The fear in her eyes as she stared at Shen Fang was unmistakable.

"Scream all you want. Scream until your throat tears—it won’t make a difference. As for the wound on your forehead, they’ll just say it’s perfectly normal for someone longing for freedom to suffer mental instability after long-term imprisonment and impulsively slam their head against the wall," Shen Fang said, the corner of his lips curving in a faint smirk, though the smile never reached his eyes. Googlᴇ search 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥

"I’ll sue you! I will sue you!" Duan Wenhu murmured weakly.

"Sue? And with what evidence? There isn’t a single surveillance camera in this room. Where are you going to find the proof to sue me?" Shen Fang interlocked his fingers loosely, staring at Duan Wenhu like she was a clown. "President Duan, isn’t exploiting surveillance blind spots to shirk responsibility your area of expertise?"

Surveillance? Shen Fang’s words sparked a realization in Duan Wenhu.

That’s right, no surveillance. When she pushed Doctor Zhou, there was no surveillance. No surveillance means no evidence. No matter how aggressive Shen Fang acted now, what could he actually do?

With no evidence in the end, wouldn’t they have to release her obediently?

Wen Jiu—isn’t she his girlfriend? Once she’s safely out, they’d better not blame her for being merciless. She’d kill Wen Jiu, and when that happened, Shen Fang would be crying at Wen Jiu’s graveside like a pathetic dog.

Suddenly, Duan Wenhu began to laugh. Her face was full of triumph. Even with handcuffs on, she clenched her fists, raised her hands by her head, tilted her face, and licked her molars, staring at Shen Fang with an expression of ultimate provocation.

"Officer, thank you for the reminder. Without evidence, how are you going to convict me? Isn’t there no surveillance in this room? Then let me do you a favor and tell you directly: I was the one who pushed Doctor Zhou down. So what? Go ahead, find the evidence to convict me!"

Shen Fang did not respond. Duan Wenhu, feeling an intoxicating sense of victory, raised her hands even higher. "Well? Can’t find the evidence? Then go ahead and hit me again! If you don’t beat me to death, don’t blame me when I get out and kill that bitch Wen Jiu."

Shen Fang narrowed his eyes repeatedly, the danger in his gaze intensifying. Seeing his expression, Duan Wenhu felt immensely satisfied. "I thought you had some real skills, but it turns out you’re just a coward after all."

Finishing her words, Duan Wenhu let out a villainous laugh. Just as she was at the peak of her smugness, Shen Fang suddenly spoke. "Who said I don’t have evidence?"

"What did you say?" Duan Wenhu’s laughter ceased abruptly, her face guarded as she stared at Shen Fang.

No way, impossible. If the police had evidence, they would’ve presented it long ago. Why drag it out until now?

As terror overtook Duan Wenhu’s face, Shen Fang pulled out a phone, brought up a video, flipped the screen, placed the phone on the table, and pushed it toward her. "President Duan, take a look. The person in the video is you, isn’t it? Surely you won’t try to argue this was AI-generated?"

Duan Wenhu lowered her head, her expression turning grave as she stared at the phone. After watching the entire video, her face turned ashen, her hands and feet went numb, and her heart felt as if it had been drained of blood. An icy chill spread through her, even as her mind cruelly replayed one thought over and over: it’s over. This time, it’s really over.

Shen Fang was very pleased with Duan Wenhu’s reaction. After the video finished playing, he thoughtfully replayed it from the beginning. "President Duan, take another look to confirm: the person who pushed Doctor Zhou down the stairs is indeed you, right?"

Fate had turned, and now it was Duan Wenhu’s turn to fall silent. Shen Fang deliberately targeted her weak spot: "We really have to thank Sang Ning for providing us with this evidence. The original footage from the surveillance was too blurry to make anything out, but that’s fine—we utilized cutting-edge technology to enhance its clarity and perfectly restore the entire process of your crime. By the way, just so you know, the footage had already been enhanced and completed by the time I took on this case."

Duan Wenhu slowly raised her head, staring blankly at Shen Fang. "Since you had the evidence all along, why not just convict me directly? What’s the point of doing all these unnecessary things? Feeding me, entertaining me—was it fun to toy with me ?"

"Of course," Shen Fang said, looking down on Duan Wenhu like she was an ant. "It was all to let you experience what it’s like to fall from the heights of hope into the depths of despair. Besides, your mental state before wasn’t good enough. I didn’t think you were in any condition to truly feel what hopelessness means. But now? Seeing you clearly grasp that your life of freedom is over—I’m quite satisfied."

"Maniac! You lunatic! You’re insane!" Duan Wenhu screamed and slammed Shen Fang’s phone onto the floor.

Having achieved his goal, Shen Fang saw no reason to stay and watch Duan Wenhu’s meltdown. He tidied the collar of his shirt, stood up, and walked toward the door.

Behind him was Duan Wenhu’s shrill, unwilling wails.

Shen Fang stopped, turned his head back, and said, "Oh, one more thing I almost forgot to mention. This idea was actually suggested by your dear nephew, Li Juezhou. He said, considering you’re a member of the Li Family, he’d give you a chance to voluntarily confess. If you refused to cooperate, then he’d let you taste the true cruelty of the world."

Duan Wenhu stiffened and turned her head. Shen Fang’s face was full of derisive laughter. As Duan Wenhu looked at him in shock, he opened the door, waved goodbye, and disappeared as the door clicked shut behind him.

Duan Wenhu tried to stand, but her limbs were so weak that she collapsed onto the floor along with the chair.

But it wasn’t over yet. Beyond the closed door, she heard Shen Fang’s voice: "From today on, you can throw her into the worst cell available for imprisonment."

Duan Wenhu began to cry loudly, but amidst her sobbing, she suddenly burst into laughter. Switching unpredictably between crying and laughing, she looked downright eerie.

All this, just because she had offended two third-rate actresses? Did Li Juezhou and Shen Fang really need to go to such extremes against her?

Anyone would have thought that Sang Ning and Wen Jiu were their mothers or something!

She cursed Li Juezhou and Shen Fang. Men like them, so hopelessly dominated by women, were doomed to have miserable ends!