In a private room of a certain teahouse, Zhang Dayong was twirling a tea cup in his hand, answering Qi Yun's earlier question.
"Normally, with the injury report from a top-tier hospital, and the fact that those guys who beat you up have confessed, they should get a sentence of two to three years without any issue."
"However, if we don't push hard on our side, this case might get stuck at the prosecutor's office even if we submit it."
"The guy who instigated the beating is Liang Tianyou's brother-in-law. They have significant connections in the city; I've already received several calls this morning alone."
Qi Yun chuckled, took a sip of tea, and said, "Then he should understand the situation by now."
"My original intention wasn't to lock those guys up. If he can put down his bossy attitude and show the right kind of responsibility, then this matter can be settled. But if he's as bad as his brother-in-law, then I'll definitely make things difficult for him."
