He was really tortured to the point of going crazy. Just two days brought him memories that he would never forget.
Ji Yong was thinking about how to find a way to get Ji Yuting to release Ji Xinghui before ten o'clock so that he could confess and negotiate with peace of mind.
In the middle of the journey, the police came to deliver water, but Ji Yong didn't drink a sip, leaving every drop for Ji Xinghui.
Ji Xinghui was not polite in front of his father, and he had been thirsty and hungry for so long that he couldn't stand it anymore.
Ji Yong didn't eat or drink for just one day, so that's nothing.
*
In the afternoon, Ji Yuting stayed leisurely in the office to handle official duties.
He was not in a hurry, he had plenty of time to spend slowly with Ji Yong and his son.
But he didn't expect that there was a knock on the office door, and the police officer who came in to report was not talking about Ji Yong.
"Master Yu, Uncle Li from the Ji family just came here and said that the old man didn't get through your phone call, so he had to send him to find you in person."
Ji Yuting raised his eyes slightly, looking for him at this juncture?
"Uncle Li, did you say why grandpa asked him to come here?"
The police officer shook his head, not knowing, "But the look on Uncle Li's face shouldn't be a simple matter."
Ji Yuting looked at the time on his watch, four o'clock in the afternoon.
There are still six hours left before the last time he agreed to give Ji Yong.
"Okay, bring Uncle Li to my office."
"Yes, Master Yu."
The police officer turned around and went out. A few minutes later, he led Uncle Li in.
Ji Yuting stood up, poured him a glass of water himself, put it on the small coffee table, and pointed to the sofa beside him, "This is Uncle Li's first time coming to the National Bureau of Investigation to see me. The journey is quite long and it must be very difficult.
Come and sit."
Although his tone was polite and calm, there was a bit of unfathomable darkness in Ji Yuting's cold expression.
Uncle Li smiled: "The old man asked the driver to send me here. Although the distance is not close, I didn't walk very far. It's not hard at all. It's you who worked hard, Master Yu."
He was polite and sat on the side sofa designated by Ji Yuting.
Ji Yuting rubbed the lines of his watch with his fingertips, lowered his head, and asked in a deep voice: "Grandpa asked you to come here specifically for what purpose?"
Uncle Li was picking up the water glass and wanted to take a drink of water. When he heard his question, he immediately put the glass down and said, "That's it..."
Ji Yuting interrupted him and hurriedly added, "If it's about Ji Yong and Ji Xinghui, then there's no need."
Uncle Li's face froze slightly, and he was suddenly speechless.
Judging from his expression, it was obvious that he had come here specifically for these two scum.
Ji Yuting emphasized in a cold tone: "Grandpa has now retired and no longer cares about the military affairs. The mistakes Ji Yong and his son made are now under the control of the National Bureau of Investigation. Official affairs are handled without any personal relationships. Please ask Uncle Li to go back."
Tell grandpa not to interfere in this matter anymore."
Uncle Li sighed, "Master Yu, I know that you are worried about Master Hui harming the old man, but even the old man doesn't care about this matter, so why are you so stubborn?"
"This is a matter of principle." He said firmly, without giving in.
Uncle Li was persuasive: "The old man only has two real grandsons, you and Master Hui. He helped you get the power before, which already made the second master and his son dissatisfied. The old man has a debt in his heart. He can't let his grandson's career go.
The love is flourishing, but the other grandson is in trouble and cannot escape the predicament."
Ji Yuting frowned slightly, pursed his thin lips, and said nothing.
Uncle Li continued: "Master Yu, what the old man means is that if you really want to punish Master Hui, thirty whippings are enough. Don't send him to a high-level prison. After all, he is a blood-related cousin, so why bother sending him to a high-level prison?"
Go to a place like that and get tortured.”
Ji Yuting changed his tone and said, "If grandpa is willing to tell me the truth about the death of my parents in a car accident, I will consider whether to let Ji Yong and his son go."