Liang Jianfeng understood what Song Guanchao meant by the other way.
However, to an old policeman like him who upheld procedural justice, such methods were unacceptable.
Song Guanchao glanced at him, knowing what was troubling him.
"Don't worry, Mr. Liang. I won't get directly involved."
"Nor will I send someone to kidnap him."
"But, he's caused such a big stir, inevitably harming some people's interests."
"Now, the culprit harming their interests has appeared."
"Do you think they'll let him go?"
Song Guanchao smiled: "I don't need to do anything, just spread the word that he's out there, and someone will naturally take care of him."
Liang Jianfeng pondered for a moment, nodded, and was about to notify the officers in the interrogation room to release him when Song Guanchao said, "No rush, spreading the word takes time."
He walked out of the interrogation room and returned two minutes later, saying, "Release him in an hour."
One hour later.
