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"Arrest them immediately!"
"You're responsible!"
Chapter 331 Zhao Lichun Arrested! The Malignant Tumor of Handong Falls from Grace!
Beijing, Xishan.
A detached courtyard house nestled among ancient pines and cypresses.
The cold wind whipped up the remaining snow on the ground.
It made a whimpering sound.
Several black cars without any markings.
It silently glided into the open space in front of the courtyard and stopped in front of the heavy vermilion gate.
The car doors opened almost simultaneously.
Mu Chen was the first to get off the bus.
The dark wool coat stood motionless in the biting wind, its expression as cold and stern as a frozen lake.
Behind him, several members of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection's special operations team, dressed in plainclothes and exuding an aura of composure, quickly got out of the car and silently dispersed, instantly blocking all possible entry and exit routes.
Swift in movement, well-trained!
The leader stepped forward quickly and nodded slightly to Mu Chen.
Mu Chen's gaze swept over the mansion before him, a symbol of power and status, yet now appearing exceptionally cold and imposing.
Then he nodded slightly.
The team leader understood, stepped forward, and rang the doorbell.
The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet morning.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
In the study room.
Zhao Lichun sat listlessly behind the large mahogany desk.
He hadn't slept all night; his eyes were sunken and bloodshot, staring intently at the silent telephone on the table.
The doorbell rang suddenly like a death knell!
Zhao Lichun shuddered violently!
His face instantly turned deathly pale!
coming!
It’s finally here!
He struggled to stand up, his body almost falling apart, but his legs felt as heavy as lead.
The study door was pushed open from the outside.
The secretary stood at the door, her face ashen, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Old Zhao, there are...a lot of people outside...comrades from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection!"
Zhao Lichun's heart sank into an abyss!
The last vestige of hope was ruthlessly crushed!
He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his last shred of dignity, and straightened his wrinkled pajamas.
But the trembling of his fingers betrayed the turbulent emotions churning within him.
The footsteps approached from afar, steady and powerful.
Every step felt like it was stepping on his heart!
Mu Chen appeared at the door of the study.
The tall figure almost blocked out the light at the doorway.
It brought a tremendous sense of oppression!
Mu Chen's gaze fell calmly on Zhao Lichun, as if he were looking at a complete stranger.
There was no anger, no contempt, only a cold scrutiny that saw through everything.
That gaze was more piercing than the cold wind outside the window!
"Zhao Lichun."
Mu Chen's voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the deathly silent study, carrying an unquestionable legal authority.
"Based on the decision of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, and approved by the Central Committee."
"You are now under investigation for suspected serious violations of discipline and law."
Please cooperate with our work.
An investigation has been initiated!
These six words were like six thunderclaps.
It struck Zhao Lichun hard on the head!
His last line of defense completely collapsed at that moment!
Zhao Lichun's body shook violently.
He managed to brace himself against the table with his hand to avoid falling over.
He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Mu Chen.
His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.
Resentment? Anger? Questioning? Pleading?
But under Mu Chen's unfathomable gaze, which seemed to see right through their souls, all the words stuck in their throats.
In the end, it all turned into a desperate and hoarse gasp, like a broken bellows.
Mu Chen slightly stepped aside to make way.
Two solemn-looking and efficient team members immediately stepped forward.
They stood on either side of Zhao Lichun.
There were no superfluous words, no violent actions.
But that silent, chilling aura and unyielding stance had already declared everything.
Zhao Lichun lowered his head in dejection.
It was as if all my energy and spirit had been drained away in an instant.
He took one last look at the study, a symbol of the pinnacle of his power.
My gaze swept over the expensive mahogany furniture and the calligraphy and paintings by famous artists on the walls.
In the end, it turned to ashes.
then.
He was supported by the members of the action team like a puppet on strings.
He staggered out of the study.
He walked out of the mansion that he had managed for half his life, but which had now become his prison.
Outside the door, the cold wind howled.
The snow swirled up from the ground and splattered onto Zhao Lichun's aged and ashen face.
The doors of several black cars were wide open.
Like the open mouth of a silent behemoth.
Zhao Lichun was taken to the middle car.
The car door slammed shut.
It isolated them from the cold world outside.
This also completely shut the door on his illustrious yet sinful political career.
The convoy started silently.
We drove away from the quiet courtyard.
It sailed towards its final resting place.
Mu Chen stood in the courtyard, watching the convoy disappear at the end of the winding mountain road.
His eyes were deep and unfathomable, like an ancient well.
The cold wind whipped up the hem of his coat, making it flutter loudly!
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.