Chapter 907: Chapter 907

When the two police officers saw the words "Major of Group 3567" on Ding Fan's military ID, they dared not take another step forward.

They knew even their chief wouldn't dare provoke someone from Group 3567, let alone a couple of low-ranking officers like them.

Seeing the two officers standing quietly to the side after looking at Ding Fan's ID, Tian Leji frowned deeply.

"Who sent you here? If you don't talk, I wouldn't mind killing you right here," Ding Fan's tone was icy, devoid of any trace of emotion.

At this moment, Xu Guanjie and the others had no idea why Ding Fan was acting this way, but his overpowering aura left everyone present stunned. None of them tried to intervene.

"H-help… help me..." The journalist turned his pleading gaze toward Tian Leji.

"You better let him go..."

Tian Leji walked up to Ding Fan, speaking harshly, but before he could finish his sentence, Ding Fan lashed out with a kick.

Tian Leji was knocked to the ground by Ding Fan's strike.

Ding Fan couldn't be bothered to deal with people like him. Talking even one more sentence with him was a waste of time.

Tian Leji hadn't expected Ding Fan's ruthlessness. His chest burned from the kick, and for a moment, Ding Fan's intimidating aura completely subdued him. He couldn't utter another word.

Ding Fan tightened his grip on the man's neck. In that instant, the man felt as though his neck was about to be snapped.

"I... I'll talk..." The man mustered all the strength he had, squeezing out the words.

Ding Fan finally loosened his grip slightly.

"It was Young Master Tian… Young Master Tian paid me to come," the man stammered while pointing at Tian Leji, clearly cowed by Ding Fan's dominance.

Ding Fan immediately released the officer. It seemed his suspicions were correct; the journalist was indeed sent by Tian Leji.

Ding Fan turned toward Tian Leji sharply.

His gaze was murderous, and Tian Leji involuntarily took two steps back.

"You… what are you trying to do? Let me tell you, my dad is the Deputy Mayor!" Tian Leji, terrified, quickly threw out his father's name.

"Why are you setting up Huaxia Group? Who's pulling the strings behind this? And where is Xu Rui right now?" Ding Fan stared coldly at Tian Leji.

Ding Fan was now certain Tian Leji was targeting him directly.

Xu Rui had been kidnapped, and now officers and journalists were brought along. Clearly, everything was staged to trap Ding Fan.

If Ding Fan were taken by the police, the journalists would record it. Soon after, the reputation of Huaxia Group would crumble. Nothing here was accidental; it was all premeditated.

And the key point in all this was the trigger—the kidnapping of Xu Rui.

Xu Rui being kidnapped, followed by calls from the kidnappers implicating Huaxia Group, set everything in motion.

Police investigations, news reports…

And given Tian Leji had schemed against Xu Rui before, Ding Fan was confident Xu Rui's disappearance was connected to him.

But Ding Fan also suspected someone else was pulling strings behind Tian Leji. After all, Tian Leji didn't have the cunning or composure to orchestrate such an elaborate setup. Ding Fan didn't believe someone like him could manage it.

"What are you talking about? Xu Rui's disappearance has nothing to do with me..." Tian Leji began to panic. "Let me tell you, if you make baseless accusations, I have the right to sue you. The journalist was indeed hired by me, but I only wanted to stir up some news. How dare you say Xu Rui's disappearance is connected to me?"

Xu Guanjie, watching from the side, was confused yet observant. Having spent considerable time with Ding Fan, he knew Ding Fan wasn't one to act impulsively. If Ding Fan spoke with conviction, then there had to be truth in it.

"Tian Leji, just tell the truth—did you really kidnap Xu Rui?" Xu Guanjie asked as he fixed his gaze on Tian Leji.

"Uncle Xu, my father and you are old friends; how could I possibly harm Xu Rui..."

Ding Fan didn't let Tian Leji continue rambling. He grabbed a fruit knife from a nearby table without hesitation and drove it directly into Tian Leji's shoulder.

Tian Leji let out a blood-curdling scream.

"Ah... it hurts so much..." Tian Leji, pampered his entire life, had never faced such suffering. He collapsed into tears almost instantly.

"Where is Xu Rui now? Who's the mastermind behind all this?" Ding Fan asked coldly. "If you don't tell me, I won't hesitate to stab you dozens more times." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩

There was no mistaking Ding Fan's frigid tone; it demanded absolute compliance.

"You two officers, what are you waiting for..." Tian Leji sobbed, clutching at his last thread of hope. "Can't you see I'm being assaulted here? Aren't you supposed to uphold the law?"

However, the two police officers acted as if they hadn't heard him, standing motionless without a care.

Without warning, Ding Fan withdrew the fruit knife from Tian Leji's shoulder and immediately plunged it into his other shoulder.

"Ahhh..." Tian Leji shrieked like a slaughtered pig.

"I'm not a patient man. If you don't speak now, I can't guarantee where the next stab will land." Ding Fan's tone was chillingly smooth.

"I... I'll tell you... Please stop stabbing me; I really can't take it..." Tian Leji cried, tears streaming down his face, snot mingling with sweat. Worse yet, his pants were now completely soaked.

A once-proud young master of the Tian Family, reduced to such wretchedness in mere minutes.

"Speak," Ding Fan commanded coldly.

"All of this was orchestrated by a foreigner. I don't know his full name; I usually call him Mr. Mao," Tian Leji stammered between sobs.

A foreigner, surnamed Mao?!

Ding Fan immediately thought of someone—Mao Zhen.

As Ding Fan recalled, Mao Zhen had tried to acquire his Huaxia Company but hit a dead end with him. Now he had resurfaced, manipulating this young scoundrel to trap Huaxia Group. It didn't seem far-fetched.

"Is that man Singaporean?" Ding Fan asked.

Tian Leji shook his head. "I don't know the specifics."

"What does he look like?" Qin Manshu, who had been silent the whole time, asked.

Not only had Ding Fan connected the dots to Mao Zhen, but Qin Manshu also suspected that Mao Zhen might be involved.

"I haven't seen him. We've only ever communicated by phone..." Tian Leji replied.

Judging by Tian Leji's pitiful state, Ding Fan reckoned he wasn't capable of lying at this point.

"Where is Xu Rui now?"

"I... I truly don't know. Mr. Mao just told me to go to Xu Guanjie's house and take the journalist and officers along," Tian Leji said.

Ding Fan pondered for a moment before asking Qin Manshu.

"When Xu Rui disappeared, where were you when you called me?"

Qin Manshu, realizing the gravity of Ding Fan's question, answered carefully after thinking for a moment. "I was by my grandfather's side..."

Her eyes lit up. "At the time... Mao Zhen was also there."

It was almost certain now that Mao Zhen was behind this.

Ding Fan had made a wager worth billions with Mao Zhen, and to avoid losing, Mao Zhen was likely using these insidious tactics to disrupt Ding Fan's research and manipulate the outcome...

"Tian Leji, I've been friends with your father for so many years, yet you chose to conspire against Xu Rui and me..." Xu Guanjie was livid.

At first, he had only half-believed Ding Fan's accusation that Tian Leji had kidnapped Xu Rui. But now Tian Leji had confessed with his own words.

"Deputy Mayor Xu, I still have questions for Tian Leji," Ding Fan interjected.

Deputy Mayor Xu nodded and stood aside, saying nothing further.

"More than half a month ago, during the car accident incident, why did you frame Xu Rui?" Ding Fan asked.

At that time, Tian Leji seemed to act independently, as it was unlikely he had Mao Zhen's support back then.

"I... I..." Tian Leji hesitated.

"Don't make me put a few more holes in you," Ding Fan warned coldly.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!" Tian Leji panicked and rushed to answer. "Here's what happened. We went racing, and Xu Rui publicly mocked me, saying my driving was garbage. My girlfriend left me because of it..."

"You... you..." Xu Guanjie, enraged, could barely find the words.

Ding Fan was speechless at the absurdity of it all. Tian Leji's motive was an affront—it was embarrassing to think someone would orchestrate such chaos over trivial ridicule.

"How did you later get involved with Mr. Mao?" Ding Fan asked.

Tian Leji explained, "Last time at the scene, you deduced everything correctly and helped Xu Rui out of trouble. I was there! At the time, I swore I'd figure out how to give you a hard time and teach you a lesson... Later, Mr. Mao reached out to me and said he could assist."

Indeed, where there are cracks, flies will gather.

"Ding Fan, what do we do now?" Xu Guanjie asked.

With Xu Rui's life hanging in the balance and Tian Leji offering little useful information, Xu Guanjie was deeply worried.

"Leave the rest to me," Ding Fan replied calmly.

Xu Guanjie nodded, saying, "Ding Fan, I'm counting on you to bring Xu Rui back alive."

Xu Guanjie trusted in Ding Fan's Great Divine Power. If Ding Fan intervened, there was hope for Xu Rui's rescue.

"You two, put him in cuffs," Ding Fan directed the officers.

The two policemen reacted immediately, handcuffing Tian Leji without delay.

At this moment, Tian Leji was utterly dumbfounded. The police he brought to set up Ding Fan were now carrying out Ding Fan's orders, cuffing him up instead. It was a spectacular case of karma.

Having been restrained, Tian Leji could only rue his own missteps—the officers he enlisted to trap Ding Fan had ended up arresting him.

With Tian Leji now under control, Ding Fan turned to leave.

"Ding Fan…" Qin Manshu called out, worried about Ding Fan's safety. "Be careful."

Ding Fan smiled at her reassuringly. "Don't worry."