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Old Zhang hurriedly ran forward, bowing respectfully as he said, "Your Excellency, I am Zhang Gui, the owner of this fabric shop. May I ask why you have summoned Xiao Ren?"
Zhang Ting slowly stood up, sizing up the smiling Old Zhang before speaking with a blank expression, "Stop the nonsense. Come with us first, and you'll be asked about some matters later."
Although Old Zhang was filled with confusion, he dared not speak further due to the other party's firm attitude. He could only respond obediently, "Of course, Your Excellency. Since you have given the order, I shall comply."
However, he couldn't help but ask, "If I may be so bold, what exactly have I done to warrant such trouble?"
Zhang Ting frowned and replied impatiently, "Who said you necessarily committed a crime? We just need your assistance in investigating a case. As long as you answer our questions honestly, there won't be any issues."
Despite feeling uneasy, Old Zhang realized he had no other choice and nodded in agreement. Thus, he obediently followed Zhang Ting and the others to the Inspection Office.
Along the way, Old Zhang's mind raced with speculations about what this so-called assistance in investigation could possibly involve.
Zhang Ting strode into the Inspection Office with steady and powerful steps. The grand hall was solemn and oppressive, making it hard to breathe. He stopped and fixed his piercing gaze on the slightly aged figure kneeling below him, shouting loudly, "Who is the person kneeling here?"
Hearing this question, Old Zhang slowly raised his head to reveal a weathered face and answered with a slight tremor in his voice, "Replying to Your Excellency, my name is Zhang Wu!"
Zhang Ting narrowed his eyes slightly and stared intently at Old Zhang before asking, "Do you recognize Li Haoran from Dachuan Fabric Shop?"
Old Zhang quickly nodded in response, "Yes, yes! A few days ago, my own Da Chuan Fabric Store was struggling financially, so I specifically went to Dachuan Fabric Shop to seek advice from Li Zhanggui."
Zhang Ting snorted coldly and continued, "Was that all? Surely there’s nothing else? Let me tell you this: just last night, Dachuan Fabric Shop was engulfed in flames. Li Zhanggui tragically perished in the fire!"
Upon hearing this news, Old Zhang turned pale with fright; his body trembled involuntarily as he widened his eyes and exclaimed, "W-What? Such a thing happened?"
Old Zhang anxiously clasped his hands together and said, "Your Excellency, I truly had no knowledge of this! Please investigate thoroughly and deliver justice!"
As he spoke, beads of sweat began to roll down his forehead.
Zhang Ting's expression darkened as he glared angrily and shouted suddenly, "Bring them here!"
His voice echoed like thunder throughout the hall.
As soon as he finished speaking, several strong Yayi swiftly emerged from the side. They moved in perfect unison and responded in unison as well: "Yes!"
Zhang Ting's gaze sharpened as he fixed it on these Yayi and commanded loudly, "Quickly summon Gongfu!"
Once the Yayi received their orders, they immediately sprang into action.
As time ticked by, the atmosphere in the hall grew increasingly tense. Finally, a sound of footsteps approached from afar, and a hunched figure appeared before everyone—it was Gongfu.
Zhang Ting glanced at Gongfu and said sternly, "Gongfu, tell us everything you know without any concealment!"
Gongfu nodded shakily, swallowed hard, and then stammered through the details he had to share.
Old Zhang stood nearby, listening intently, his expression growing more and more astonished. When he heard a crucial piece of information, he couldn't help but exclaim, "What! A few people actually headed toward my Da Chuan Fabric Store?"
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