National Forensic Doctor

Chapter 1336: Chapter 1262 Shan

Yu Mingxuan, one hundred eighty centimeters tall with height-increasing insoles, weighed up to 135 pounds at his heaviest, dyed his hair blond when he looked his best.

At this moment, he was at his wealthiest.

Yu Mingxuan stared at Jiang Yuan with a playful expression, waiting for him to give that classic response.

He could see Jiang Yuan surrounded by a group of people, even more than the men on his side, but what use was that when there were many willing to work for money at the bar.

Yu Mingxuan could even imagine the scene: when he took out a handful of cash, motivated a crowd to stand up, and made the tall guy across the room back down, how excited the women around him would be!

Maybe they’d be willing to indulge without him spending any money.

As Yu Mingxuan pondered, he squeezed the girl’s hand with force, causing her to squeal in pain, and he smiled pleasantly.

Jiang Yuan just couldn’t understand Yu Mingxuan’s point. Back in middle school, his family started to relocate, and by high school, they were already quite wealthy. He majored in forensic medicine during university and had a job lined up upon graduation; it was a life setup that was decidedly non-streetwise. When Yu Mingxuan posed his classic question, Jiang Yuan first wondered if it was a case of mistaken identity. He turned to Qiu Jianye and asked, "Isn’t he from Tianjin?" noveldrama

Qiu Jianye was momentarily stumped, hesitated and said, "Should be..."

Qiu Jianye said this and then lowered his head to look for his phone, wanting to confirm.

Meanwhile, Yu Mingxuan on the opposite side was growing impatient, stood up, and pointed at Jiang Yuan, "Kid, I’m talking to you! What are you looking at?"

Mu Zhiyang slowly stood up, blocking Jiang Yuan. He was concerned that some hothead might throw a bottle or something and, God forbid, hit Jiang Yuan, which would cause a big mess.

Influenced by him, Wang Chuanxing, Wen Ming, Lu Tongda, and others also stood up.

Similarly, Yu Mingxuan’s side sprang up row after row of people.

Yu Mingxuan burst into laughter; this was exactly the version he wanted!

Yu Mingxuan quickly withdrew his hand, turned around, and pulled out a wad of money from the people beside him, held it high, and shouted, "Brothers all know me, Yu Mingxuan, right? Today there’s some stinking outsider here..."

Mu Zhiyang suddenly leaped forward, grabbed a tuft of hair on Yu Mingxuan’s head, and with a strong pull, dragged him over.

The followers of Yu Mingxuan had time only to exclaim in surprise, or perhaps they didn’t even reach that moment, as they watched Yu Mingxuan fall into the crowd on Jiang Yuan’s side.

Mu Zhiyang casually knocked him down, then Wen Ming stepped on him, pinning him to the ground.

Mu Zhiyang dusted off his hands lightly, and smiled at the opposite side, "What are you looking at?"

"Idiot!"

"Release him!"

"Do you guys have a death wish?"

The opposite side seemed to explode, yelling all at once and gathering together to approach, but after a few shoves, they maintained just the shouting.

"Everyone, stay still, or I’ll crush him." Wen Ming shouted again, looking at Jiang Yuan.

"Do you know who I am?" Little Jinmao panted heavily, filled with rage.

"In your current state, who you are makes no difference. Do you have your phone? I’ll allow you to call someone." Jiang Yuan saw the crowd around and didn’t hide his thoughts.

The task force is currently lacking clues, and the smuggling bureau’s operational style and personnel structure don’t favor large-scale arrests.

Their primary task at customs is already heavy, their authority is limited, and most critically, their numbers are too few; don’t be fooled by a considerable size, responsible for arrests are only the investigation division, the rest apart from various office staff, the audit division and the anti-smuggling action team focus mainly on site enforcement like checkpoint inspections.

However, Jiang Yuan grew in the detective team and is more familiar and adapted to their style.

So, if the detective team is interested in a certain group, and if intelligence isn’t sufficient, what should they do? Not saying arresting, but at least, identify the related personnel to inquire, right?

The people in the bar might not be closely linked to the smuggling gang, but the people Little Jinmao calls over likely have numerous ties to the smuggling syndicate—it’s only in the past two years that Yu Mingxuan earned money, apart from friends and relatives, the only help he could seek was from his "colleagues."

This makes it easier to get results than taking Little Jinmao back for interrogation.

Yu Mingxuan had no idea what kind of script he had picked up, quite surprised when given his phone.

He tried hard to look up to Jiang Yuan, asking, "Do you think I can’t call anyone? You’re from out of town, do you know who I am?"

"Call them, and we’ll talk when they come." Jiang Yuan didn’t bother with arguing and sat down.

Wen Ming then lifted his shirt, pulling out a thumb-wide metal ruler from inside.

Yu Mingxuan instead felt relieved, given the current environment, there were not many punks daring to bring metal rulers on the streets anymore. He dialed while muttering, "You’ll regret this in a bit."

Soon, a number marked only as DSW was dialed.

"Hello?"

"Shan, I’m in Fat Gou’s bar and got beaten up. Bring more people to save me." Yu Mingxuan shouted loudly.

As he finished speaking, Mu Zhiyang bent down and confiscated his phone.

Yu Mingxuan continued to yell indignantly, completely ignored by Jiang Yuan.

Wang Chuanxing circled to Jiang Yuan’s side, whispered, "What if this Shan isn’t part of the smuggling syndicate?"

"Then have him call for help again." Jiang Yuan answered naturally.

"And if he can’t find anyone, or refuses?"

"Then force him to find someone, trick them into coming." Jiang Yuan paused and added, "If that doesn’t work, look for any other breakthrough from the rest." Wang Chuanxing thus understood Jiang Yuan’s intention, determined to squeeze out clues no matter what, there was nothing more to say, just sit tight and wait for people to come.

Yu Mingxuan and his group’s shouting in the bar at this moment sounded like fledglings calling their partners to walk into a trap.

After a while of chaos, Yu Mingxuan only felt his face burning with anger and frustration, a thought inadvertently crossing his mind, "How come the bar owner hasn’t come yet?"

Fat Gou was formerly a circle insider, only retired early, later opened a bar, and when familiar faces came around, often came out to greet them, occasionally handled fights very well.

Yu Mingxuan originally expected Fat Gou to come out and lend a hand, but so much time had passed without seeing him, raising a furrowed brow—ouch, Yu Mingxuan yelped, still under Wen Ming’s foot, his face rubbing against the dirty bar floor really hurt.

"Put him on the sofa to sit." Jiang Yuan didn’t want him pressed down all the time.

Wen Ming then bent down, lifted Yu Mingxuan up, and skillfully tied his hands behind him...

Wei Shikan quickly stopped him, preventing him from pulling out cuffs, saying, "Let me tie him, let me tie him."

Saying so, Wei Shikan pulled a rope from who-knows-where, swiftly tying Yu Mingxuan’s hands behind him, showing skilled proficiency as if specially trained.

Wen Ming then used his iron ruler to tap Yu Mingxuan’s head, causing an uproar from the opposite side.

After waiting another 10 minutes or so, a man with the nickname Shan finally arrived slowly.

"Where are you from, brother?" Shan wore a flower shirt, spoke grandly, and under the following of over a dozen subordinates, appeared quite leader-like.

Seeing so many people, any attempts to start a fight would be hard to manage, Jiang Yuan simply stood up and said, "Close the door."

Then Mu Zhiyang drew out his gun, and leading people like Lu Tongda in the front row took out batons, showing their police badges.

"Police, squat down all of you!"

In the midst of everyone’s confusion, Mu Zhiyang lunged forward, grabbed Shan’s flower shirt, and hauled him over.

"Are you into smuggling?" Jiang Yuan immediately asked while personally taking his fingerprints.

Meanwhile, the portable printer Wang Chuanxing carried was churning away.

Shan’s vision blurred, though he knew he was in a bar, for that instant, he felt like he was back at a police station.

"So, which smuggling syndicate are you with now?" Jiang Yuan asked in a notably unprofessional manner, surprisingly unnerving Shan.

"I’m just an ordinary citizen." Shan cautiously replied, "Out for a drink or something."

"Then are you accompanying a member of the smuggling gang?" Jiang Yuan queried.

Shan hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, we’re just out having fun."

"Well, involved with gangs then?" Jiang Yuan eyed Shan and asked, "You wouldn’t happen to be carrying weapons now, would you? If you are, then that’s troublesome."

Shan broke out in a cold sweat.