Ten minutes later, a custor who had finished dining and was heading to his car unexpectedly discovered Liu Juncai lying on the ground, barely conscious.
"Sir, what's wrong? Are you okay? Do you need help?"
The lighting was dim, and the person only noticed Liu Juncai wearing a suit, not seeing the sack over his forehead.
"Help… help!! Call the police, I've been… beaten!" Liu Juncai struggled to sit up, using all his strength to remove the sack from his forehead.
Goodness, his usually well-preserved face had now been beaten into a swollen ss, with the skin on his scalp cut open by the tal tip of a baton, blood staining his hair, looking as miserable as can be.
These injuries were not the worst of it; more severe were the welts on his back, rear, and side waist. A leather belt had been used to whip him for five minutes, with welts crisscrossing those areas, now swollen and congested with blood, causing excruciating pain with any movent.
In the area surrounding Changsha, Liu Juncai was sowhat influential, usually frequenting high-class venues and mingling with the elite. He had never been greeted with such violence, now beaten beyond recognition.
The passerby who found him quickly dialed 110 to report to the police, then, still worried, also called 120 for an ambulance, looking at Liu Juncai's current condition, anyone would believe he might not survive the next mont.
Ten minutes later, the nearest police station dispatched officers to the scene, followed closely by an ergency ambulance.
Upon seeing the police, Liu Juncai finally felt the presence of family, whipping out his phone to contact familiar connections, cursing through gritted teeth to see the matter through to the end. The deanor of a successful person quickly returned.
The police station took this incident of assault and intentional injury in a busy area very seriously, especially after receiving words from relevant leaders, so the investigation quickly comnced.
All security footage from surrounding intersections during the ti of the incident was extracted and backed up, and parking lot surveillance was also reviewed, but after thorough analysis, the results were dissatisfactory.
No findings were observed in the intersection footage; parking lot recordings, from two caras positioned appropriately, had been deliberately sared with mud.
The tiline was traced further back until they finally captured images of the person who damaged the caras.
A person wearing a full-face sun hat for electric bike riding and a pink raincoat appeared on cara.
This perpetrator was thoroughly prepared. Aside from estimating a height of around 1.75 ters, any other physical characteristic details remained unseen.
The clues ended here.
At eleven-thirty p.m., Liu Juncai lay on the hospital bed, having completed a full body scan and external injury treatnt.
Despite being severely beaten, inspections revealed that aside from a possible minor concussion, all other injuries were superficial and didn't damage bones or muscles.
The gash on his head required four stitches; the welts all over his body couldn't be bandaged due to the heat, and were left to dry after disinfection.
With most wounds on his back and buttocks, lying down to rest was virtually impossible. He could only remain prone in an extrely awkward position, afraid to move, as even the slightest touch to his side waist elicited sharp pain.
Liu Juncai didn't publicize the beating, so only his wife got a call to co to the hospital and stay with him.
At this mont, Officer Zhang from the district police station arrived at the hospital late at night with a young officer.
"Director Liu, how are you feeling? Rest assured and recover. Old Qin called ; we will do our utmost to hunt down the assailant!"
Liu Juncai, with his face swollen like a pig's head, strained to look up, forcing a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Officer Zhang! You must help get revenge!
The person that ambushed certainly planned it beforehand. It's best to start by reviewing the parking lot and surveillance cara footage!" Liu Juncai analyzed intently.
"We've already reviewed all the surveillance footage you ntioned! So far, we've found nothing useful!
The parking lot caras were tampered with beforehand; we only saw a silhouette with a hat and raincoat, with no valuable physical traits!
My thoughts are, to find the culprit, we might need a different approach! From your injuries, it's clear there's an elent of malicious revenge! Have you recently offended anyone?"
"Offended? Not at all…" Liu Juncai shook his head in confusion at this suggestion.
At his social level, offending people was rare; he had built local connections over the years, many things could be resolved with a friend's word, and people knew his influence, so why would anyone purposely oppose him?
Besides, apart from his lecherous inclination and occasional office misconduct, Liu Juncai had no egregious behavior, so when Officer Zhang asked, even he failed to identify potential issues.
So might scoff here, saying he has affairs with office staff and young hostess celebrities, yet doesn't consider that offending people?
From a god's perspective, indeed he's deeply offended others, but in Liu Juncai's view, he considers it a non-issue.
Although his ans are quite underhanded, he doesn't force against their will, relying instead on his authority to have them willingly drawn to his embrace.
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