Leng Youchen arrived at the police station, and the chief personally greeted them, informing him of the recent interrogation results. Leng Youchen politely said, "Having you conduct a night-long interrogation, it's been hard on you."
"Mr. Leng, you're joking. It was a failure on our part that allowed such a person to harm your young master. How is the young master doing?" the chief courteously asked.
Very few people in Marseille do not hold Leng Youchen in reverence.
With this incident involving his son, how could they dare to drag it on like other cases? They were eager to resolve it overnight and send away this deity.
"He is temporarily not in life-threatening danger. Where is the suspect being held?"
The chief quickly led Leng Youchen to the temporary holding area for the suspect. It was a tall, burly man, who didn't seem like someone with a ferocious appearance. Perhaps they had used force on him, as his face was bruised purple and blue, like a big dye vat.
