Chapter 152 Don't Look Down on People!

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Wang Zheng had endured countless times the strange looks and attitude of Bai Bing, especially her erratic, almost manic mood swings, so by now, he was quite used to it. Often, it was just a trivial matter, but when it came to her, it seemed as if a foolish giant had been resurrected, causing chaos that disturbed the entire world’s peace. This woman had Bush’s problem—she loved to meddle in affairs that were none of her business! Simply put: she was the kind of person who, when full and bored, drunk or choking, overslept or dizzy, with nothing to do, would stand and talk just to pass the time; who, if thrown into a remote mountain valley and locked up with pigs for five days and nights, would still behave obediently.

Bai Bing... Bai Pig—just the sound of the names was almost indistinguishable!

“Just say whatever it is straight out; don’t give me that look like you secretly like me. You know I already have a woman!” Wang Zheng propped his feet on the desk, gazing at Bai Bing through the gap between his legs, while he himself wore the expression of someone who feared nothing, like a stubborn pig unafraid of boiling water.

“Hmph! What if I tell Lin Xiaolei about you and Liao Tong, and then tell Liao Tong about you and Lin Xiaolei? Who knows what they’d think!” Bai Bing sneered coldly at Wang Zheng. Under his provocation, she finally broke her silence and spoke. Yet the biting sarcasm in her voice revealed her true feelings.

Hearing Bai Bing’s words, Wang Zheng couldn’t help but tilt his head back and laugh heartily, as if he were listening to the funniest joke in the world told by Lin Xiaolei herself. After laughing, he looked at Bai Bing squarely and said, “So what? You’re a female spy—spreading rumors and leaking information is your specialty. Since I’ve let you know, I’m not afraid of you telling anyone. Even if you broadcast this throughout Jinghua City like a loudspeaker, I wouldn’t feel scared or surprised. Isn’t that just the kind of woman you are?”

Bai Bing’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes sharp like a hawk fixated on its prey. But she seemed to forget that the prey before her was not a rabbit on the grassland nor a hamster, but a lion from Africa. She could glare with any look she wanted, but she could not challenge the lion’s authority. Otherwise, no matter how fierce the hawk, as long as it was still on the ground, it risked being devoured by the lion.

With Wang Zheng’s reminder, Bai Bing probably realized her position. Suppressing her anger, she walked to the desk, sat down, and seriously looked at Wang Zheng, asking, “Where did you go last night and this morning?”

“Who are you? Mrs. Wang? I don’t think I owe you an explanation!” Wang Zheng laughed. Though this kind of confrontation and hostility had happened many times before, he still enjoyed it. Of course, he was not the one provoking it.

Wang Zheng was actually a man who sincerely loved peace.

“Together with Liao Tong?”

“Why ask if you already know!” Wang Zheng said indifferently. He never doubted Bai Bing’s abilities, just thought she meddled too much.

“You’re investigating her handler?”

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“!?!” Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing he had underestimated her. Bai Bing, Bai Bing—one must regard her with new respect. I must have been looking down on her from the cracks in my shoes. She could even guess that? But then again, if Bai Bing couldn’t guess, she wouldn’t have qualified to join the National Security Bureau.

Looking at Bai Bing before him, Wang Zheng really couldn’t guess what she was thinking. After all, in Jinghua City, if National Security wanted to know something, who wouldn’t? But since she knew everything—he was with Liao Tong last night, and he was investigating her handler—why was she still here asking? Was there a higher-up behind Bai Bing?

“I can’t handle other matters, but I hope after you find Liao Tong’s handler, you hand them over to me to deal with. That’s the only condition I agree to not interfere in this matter,” Bai Bing said with a serious and solemn expression, looking at Wang Zheng with a businesslike demeanor.

There really was a higher-up! Upon hearing Bai Bing’s words, Wang Zheng thought to himself. Handing the person over to her? What good would that do? A sex slave? Probably handed up the chain to uncover the entire spy conspiracy! It seemed these spies had long been known by the higher-ups but lacked evidence, so no action had been taken—just like Wang Zheng, afraid of making a false move.

If Wang Zheng guessed right, Bai Bing’s backer was his former team leader, now the bureau chief. Only he could make Bai Bing speak to Wang Zheng like this. Wang Zheng had thought Bai Bing wouldn’t contact the organization before convincing him to return, but unexpectedly, she was now scheming to profit from him.

Wang Zheng was about to mock Bai Bing, but suddenly recalled something. If the chief really knew there was a spy in Jinghua City, then Liao Tong... even if it was unknown now, sooner or later she would be implicated. Thinking this, Wang Zheng gasped inwardly—if he had waited any longer, Liao Tong might have been arrested.

“Fine, I’ll find the person and hand them over to you!” Wang Zheng said to Bai Bing. The chief should already know about Liao Tong. The reason for not acting immediately was probably to give Wang Zheng some face. If Wang Zheng refused, Liao Tong might end up detained. Wang Zheng wasn’t ignorant of the rules; this was probably an unspoken one. Besides, Wang Zheng didn’t intend to investigate further; as long as Liao Tong was safe, he cared little who lived or died.

When Bai Bing heard Wang Zheng’s agreement, she nodded, and the serious look on her face relaxed considerably. It seemed she had just been treating Wang Zheng as a business matter—but her earnestness really was hard to look at!

“Is it uncomfortable not speaking to others with this attitude for a long time?”

“Just find it difficult dealing with scoundrels like you!” Bai Bing exhaled deeply and poured herself a glass of water to calm down. Whether Wang Zheng was a scoundrel remained to be seen, but difficult to deal with he certainly was. For Bai Bing, getting close to Wang Zheng wasn’t hard—he had no airs. But dealing with him as National Security? That was much harder, since Wang Zheng resented that identity, despite once being part of it himself.

Bai Bing had worried what she would do if Wang Zheng refused to hand over the person. She had been given a deadly order from above and came here with the resolve to die. If Wang Zheng refused, she had even thought of using the miniature pistol hidden in her professional attire—it was no mere decoration.

But unexpectedly, Wang Zheng agreed so easily. This relieved the outwardly stern but inwardly anxious Bai Bing greatly. She really did not want to face Wang Zheng at gunpoint.

After hearing Bai Bing call him a scoundrel, Wang Zheng laughed loudly, crossed his legs down, stood up, walked over to Bai Bing, bent down, and whispered close to her ear, “Compared to those criminals who kill and get punished, we who kill without punishment truly deserve the title of scoundrel.”

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“That’s different—we only kill bad people!”

“Hmph, ignorant!” Wang Zheng sneered. “Everyone is born equal; no one has the right to take another’s life openly and for any reason. What’s more, those well-dressed people who suck the blood of the common folk are the ones truly deserving to die!”

Bai Bing frowned, stood up from the chair, and kept a distance from Wang Zheng. She understood what he meant—he was talking about corrupt officials and unscrupulous capitalists who exploited the people. She was deeply afraid of Wang Zheng’s attitude and the sharp gaze that slipped out as he spoke.

What did it mean? Bai Bing had no doubt that tomorrow Wang Zheng would become a Zorro who brought justice by overthrowing evil and aiding the poor.

“You... don’t do anything illegal. I won’t let you off if you do!” Bai Bing mustered some courage to look Wang Zheng straight in the eye.

“Hmph!” Wang Zheng snorted, slowly advancing toward her. Bai Bing couldn’t resist his fierce gaze and kept retreating until her back hit the wall. Yet Wang Zheng persisted, closing in. When they were just half a step apart, Wang Zheng suddenly stopped.

“Your gun is showing!”

“Ah?” Bai Bing was startled, reflexively covering her underarm and hurriedly checking her clothes. Since following Wang Zheng, she hadn’t carried a gun—only today, due to the mission, she brought it along. The gun was the one thing she least wanted Wang Zheng to see. If he saw it, the misunderstanding would be enormous.

Bai Bing carefully checked and concealed the miniature pistol well, so it wasn’t visible. She looked up at Wang Zheng, who now wore a cold sneer, his gaze sharper, colder, more mocking and disdainful than before. That look made Bai Bing feel suffocated, as if a pair of large hands were choking her throat.

“You can’t kill me with such a small-caliber miniature pistol,” Wang Zheng said coldly, then turned and walked toward the door. “Don’t underestimate people. Next time, if you want to kill me, at least bring an AK-47. That gun is simple, sturdy, has strong penetration and power, and most importantly, rarely jams. Otherwise, even if it jams, I’ll tear you apart!”

Wang Zheng left the office, leaving Bai Bing with a very unpleasant expression!