He walked out before anyone finished processing that.
In the elevator he called Zhang Wei.
"Call Tzu and Shu. Tell them to meet me at the city court. Now."
"Is everything—"
"Now, Zhang Wei."
Wang Chengli had positioned himself between the Liao family and the exit with the composed immovability of someone who had been asked to keep them there and intended to do exactly that.
"I strongly suggest you remain where you are," he said, when Liao Changsheng's father attempted to step around him.
"Get out of our way," the man said. "Before I have you removed."
"You are welcome to try," Wang Chengli said pleasantly, but did not move.
The Liaos had begun to understand, somewhere in the last ten minutes, that something had shifted. That the young man they had slapped was not the nobody they had assumed.
That the woman documenting their names and faces on her phone was not someone to dismiss.
