Upon hearing Manager Su's words, Xu Jiao was instantly stunned. She could tell Manager Su wasn't lying. If Yang Jian was truly that wealthy, then controlling him wouldn't be so easy.
Society is very realistic. As long as you have money, rules will bend for you. If you have power, rules can serve you. But if you have neither money nor power, rules are tailor-made for you.
If Yang Jian was a millionaire, then her imagined rules and plans might turn into a joke.
In the interrogation room, Police Station Chief Zhang Heng placed a confession record in front of Yang Jian, asking him to sign and fingerprint it.
Yang Jian picked it up, read it carefully, and then pushed the confession back.
"Officer, I'm sorry, this confession is completely different from what I told you. I cannot sign it."
"How is it different?"
"The confession states that this dispute was a brawl. I was clearly on duty. Those people were attacking the community with machetes. I am the community security guard, and when the residents' lives were threatened, I had the obligation and responsibility to intervene. Hundreds of people on the scene can testify, and there is also surveillance video as evidence."
"You injured eighteen people, and they all had fractures. Is this not true?"
"It is true. If I hadn't incapacitated them, the lives of hundreds of surrounding residents would have been in danger. As the community security guard, protecting the lives of community residents is my duty."
"There is more than one security guard in the community. Why didn't anyone else participate in the fight, and only you rushed forward? Moreover, the weapon you used was not the standard issue baton for security guards. You were carrying two extendable batons, clearly premeditating a brawl.
Furthermore, the more than twenty people on the other side were all targeting you, not attacking residents or other security guards. This fully demonstrates that the brawl occurred due to animosity between you.
So, don't quibble. As long as you honestly sign and admit it, we will consider reducing your responsibility and help coordinate economic compensation to minimize the amount you have to pay."
Director Zhang used both threats and enticements. He wanted to classify this case as a brawl. Although both sides had responsibility, Yang Jian would receive a heavier punishment for injuring eighteen people. As for the surveillance video, he had already destroyed it.
Yang Jian knew that this director was in league with Xu Jiao, and no amount of explanation would be useful. He stopped talking, believing that Lu Hao would help him through this difficulty, and Tang Huiling would also play a certain role.
Seeing Yang Jian's attitude, Director Zhang suddenly turned off the surveillance in the interrogation room, then grabbed his hair. "It seems you refuse to drink the toast and prefer the toast of punishment. If I don't show you some color, you won't cooperate with our work."
Luo Kuan, who was accompanying him to take the statement, quickly stood up. "Director, you can't lay a hand on him. He's injured."
"Little Luo, go outside for a moment. I want to talk to him alone."
Looking at the director's stern gaze, Luo Kuan dared not disobey. He could only cast a sympathetic glance at Yang Jian before leaving. He knew what was about to happen. A laborer without background or financial strength could only yield and endure in the face of money and power, with no chance of turning the tables.
Director Zhang closed the door. "I'll ask you again, will you sign this?"
"I can't sign. If you intend to torture me for a confession, you'd better think about the consequences. It's not easy to wear this uniform. Don't lose your job and end up in prison for a little bit of profit."
From the moment the director turned off the surveillance, Yang Jian knew that the legendary torture for confession was about to begin. He had been to prison three times, and no police officer had ever threatened him like this. This time, he was going to experience it.
"Damn it, you a poor kid from the countryside dare to threaten me? I don't know where you get your guts."
As Zhang Heng spoke, he suddenly pressed Yang Jian's head with his left hand and vigorously rubbed his back with his right hand. The wound that had just been sutured instantly split open, and blood immediately stained his clothes.
Yang Jian's hands were handcuffed, leaving him with no ability to resist. He broke out in a sweat from the pain but didn't utter a sound.
"Oh, you've got a tough bone. Little brother, take my advice and sign quickly, or I can take half your life. In a place like Kyoto, you, a migrant worker, can't make any waves. Don't expect anyone to champion justice for you."
Zhang Heng was a bit surprised by Yang Jian's resilience, but he didn't believe this country boy could hold out for long.
"If you have the guts, kill me. Otherwise, I will definitely send you to jail."
"Still talking tough? Then I won't hold back. Let's see how you send me to jail."
Zhang Heng stopped using his hands because Yang Jian's entire back was already stained red. He didn't want his hands to be covered in blood, so he picked up a plastic police baton and hit his wound five or six times consecutively.
The pain was so intense that he was about to faint, but Yang Jian gritted his teeth and remained silent. A mouthful of blood surged from his throat; his lungs might have been injured.
Zhang Heng was truly ruthless. If he continued to beat him like this, he could indeed take half of Yang Jian's life.
Just as Zhang Heng was about to switch to another method to force Yang Jian to comply, Luo Kuan pushed open the door. "Director, a reporter from the Kyoto Daily wants to interview you."
"Can't you see I'm interrogating a suspect? I'm not accepting interviews. Get out."
"Director, you can't hit him anymore. He was already injured, and now he looks very bad. If someone dies, it will be difficult to handle. Outside, it's not just reporters, but also over a dozen community residents who are speaking up for Yang Jian."
"Speaking up? Are they trying to interfere with the police's work?"
"Director, hundreds of eyes were watching when the incident happened. It was Manager Xu's people who made the first move. This fact cannot be erased. Now that reporters have also been brought here, if the news of Yang Jian's injury is exposed, it will be a big problem, and we really won't be able to handle it."
"Wake him up. I'll go out and take a look."
Zhang Heng was a bit uneasy about reporters. If this case were to get out, it would definitely cause some social outcry and attract attention from higher authorities, which would be very troublesome.
Yang Jian was not unconscious. Seeing Zhang Heng go out, he nodded to Luo Kuan. This police officer did have some sense of justice, but he was powerless and couldn't stop the illegal actions of his superiors. His timely arrival was fortunate, otherwise, he would have truly lost half his life and suffered a lifelong, incurable injury.
"I'm sorry, Yang Jian. I know you are innocent and I really want to help you, but I am just a small police officer who joined less than a year ago. I also came from a rural area and have no background. I really can't say much about your case."
Perhaps because he came from a rural area, Luo Kuan sympathized with Yang Jian. It was too difficult for a rural migrant worker without a background to survive in this big city.
"Thank you, Officer Luo. Things are not as bad as you think. I will be fine, and I will be out soon. When my injuries have healed, I'll treat you to a meal."
"You're quite optimistic. I'm worried sick for you. Xu Jiao's family has a lot of influence in this area, and it's hard to say if you can get out. Reporters alone can't help you. If you can really get out, leave here quickly. You can't afford the retaliation from the Xu family."
Luo Kuan was somewhat impressed by Yang Jian. He had suffered such severe injuries but remained so calm. Most importantly, he alone managed to injure eighteen thugs armed with machetes, while he himself only sustained minor injuries. He was truly amazing. This person was definitely not someone to be underestimated.