Before Master Yuan could even figure out how to team up with Jie Xiaoqin and snatch the device,
Zhao Si’en’s voice came from outside the door. "Little Xia, haven’t you borrowed a radio yet?"
While the two were stunned and panicking, Xia Zhaoyun had already strode back to the door, shouldered past Jie Xiaoqin, and walked out.
"Stop," Master Yuan said through gritted teeth. "Let’s talk."
Xia Zhaoyun half-turned and said coldly, "Director Yuan, my patience is limited, and my time is precious. I have no time to play games with you!"
Master Yuan glanced at the pleading Jie Xiaoqin, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I will make sure you’re satisfied this time. Now, can we continue our conversation from last night?"
She then turned and told Jie Xiaoqin to go back to her training. The latter nodded worriedly and left, looking back over her shoulder with every few steps.
Xia Zhaoyun gave a lazy nod. "Fine. I’ll give you one more chance."
She told Zhao Si’en and Peng Shulan, who had arrived together, to wait outside. Then she shut the door again, sat down in a chair like she owned the place, crossed her arms, and waited with a raised eyebrow.
Master Yuan’s lips were a thin line. "Name your price. As long as you drop this matter, I’ll agree to anything!"
Xia Zhaoyun looked her up and down, surprised. Instead of bringing up their conversation from the previous night, she said coolly, "On the surface, this may seem like a simple prank with a couple of thumbtacks. But those tacks were rusty. The victim could very well have contracted tetanus and died!"
"Perhaps you think that even if this all comes out, you can just sweep it under the rug?"
"But have you considered the current climate? Everyone is walking on eggshells, terrified of making the slightest mistake, lest they be publicly denounced and slapped with a political label. Once Comrade Jie Xiaoqin is saddled with accusations like ’damaging the collective’s honor,’ ’showing a callous disregard for human life,’ and ’using unscrupulous means to achieve her goals,’ what do you imagine the consequences will be?"
"Jail might even seem like the easy way out, don’t you think?"
The corner of her mouth quirked up. "Or do you think we’ll just let this go?"
The color drained from Master Yuan’s face. Every word from Xia Zhaoyun struck home, shattering any shred of hope she had of getting away with this.


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