Chapter 1087: Chapter 309: Strategy (2)
Chen Ming was tired of wasting words with this student, so he simply took something out of his pocket and slapped it on the table.
"This, can it let me see the person?"
The item Chen Ming slapped on the table was a military insignia of Colonel rank.
It wasnât a Colonel rank only because Bai Quan initially made him an external tactical advisor equivalent to a Colonel when arranging his status.
But after Chen Ming formally joined, due to significant contributions in less than a month in scientific research, he was promoted to a Senior Colonel.
This was already the highest military rank he could achieve at the moment.
To move up to the General level, one would need to stay in the Fourteenth Legion for a few years; it wasnât possible to be promoted to General level otherwise.
But a Senior Colonel rank was already enough against a student.
If it were a teacher or some other experienced person, Chen Ming certainly wouldnât use his rank insignia to pressure people, because it wouldnât be effective. Rules are rules, even if a General came, they would have to follow them, and if you canât see the person, you canât see them.
But sitting in front of him was just an ordinary student.
And obviously, the student in front of him knew the headquarters of the Fourteenth Legion, and no one dared to fake such a thing. He was certain the item Chen Ming took out was genuine; Chen Ming could already see his legs shaking.
Chen Ming, after all, survived on various battlefields, so even if he was an artificial body, the pressure he exerted on a student who was still in school was immense when he got serious.
Sweat was constantly pouring down the studentâs forehead; after repeatedly confirming the item Chen Ming slammed on the table, he finally couldnât hold it any longer.
"Iâll take you inside."
He stood up, grabbed a set of keys, and walked out from the front desk, leading Chen Ming and Cheng Xinghai to the back.
However, when the three arrived at the detention room, it was empty; Cheng Xinghe was not there.
"Whatâs going on?"
The student at the front who opened the detention room door said in extreme panic, "I... I donât know, maybe... maybe the person was just taken away by the police."
"A teacher instructed me not to let anyone back here and to clear everyone out, especially those coming to see Cheng Xinghe."
"The teacher said it was a bunch of reporters or something and told me not to let them in."
"But later, I heard something loud coming over here."
As the student spoke, his tone became increasingly uncertain.
He had already let it slip; he must have personally seen the police take the person away, otherwise he wouldnât have said it was the police from the start.
But Chen Ming didnât want to get tangled up in this issue, so he asked, "Which police station?"
The student quickly replied, "I really donât know; I was in the front the whole time and didnât know what happened in the back. I was just guessing. You think the person was beaten up so badly, they definitely had to be sent to the police station."
"Then why was he sent to the detention room first?"
"For fighting, he definitely had to be sent here first; itâs the rules."
"Why wasnât he sent directly to the police station? The injuries were so severe, why didnât anyone notice in the first place? Why was he sent here before being sent to the police station?"
"Uh... that... I donât know..."
Chen Ming didnât bother asking questions that couldnât be answered again and moved on to the next question: "Who saw him fighting?"
"No one actually saw it; itâs just that people from other places heard the commotion and went over. Then they saw Cheng Xinghe standing there and the other person lying there, so someone called the police."
"The surveillance caught Cheng Xinghe making the first move, so he was the first to be taken to the detention room."
"For fighting, heâs generally detained for six hours; there were over four hours left, and he would have been released."
"But after being detained for only over an hour, I heard quite a commotion from the back, then the teacher came out and told me something. He even took a lap around the storage area, and thatâs probably when they took the person away."
Chen Ming glanced at the other end of the corridor outside the detention room, where there was a rear door past the corner to the security room.
The person left through the rear door.
"Is there surveillance here?"
"The surveillance can only be viewed from the security room at the main gate. There is a database backup here, but only someone with school administrator permissions can access it. I donât have that permission, so I canât let you see it."
Upon hearing this, Chen Ming instinctively wanted to use Spiritual Energy, but then he immediately remembered the Spiritual Energy Fluctuation that locked onto him.
At the legion headquarters, everything was restricted.
Normally, with Spiritual Energy, things could be handled immediately, but now, things must be done step by step in the normal way; itâs quite troublesome.
But thereâs no other way.
In the legionâs territory, things must be done according to the legionâs rules.
In summary, it seemed someone at the school had a smooth little plan to take Cheng Xinghe, who would originally have been released after a few hours of detention, and put him into the police station, intending to pin a case on him.
To find out which police station, they would have to look for them one by one.
Without the aid of Spiritual Energy, things had to be done by traditional means.
Fortunately, Chen Ming had another option.
He directly took out his terminal and made a call to Bai Quan.
Cheng Xinghai immediately moved close to Chen Ming and whispered, "Apart from contacting Uncle Bai, I feel we also need to find the police station holding Xing He and the hospital where Liao Hongsheng is staying; only after finding them can things be done properly."
"Hmm."
Chen Ming responded and waited for the call to be connected.
However, a minute later, his terminalâs busy tone sounded, indicating no one answered.
Couldnât reach Bai Quan; maybe he was either in class or busy with something else.