Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox Chapter 141: You, Come With Me

Song Yi looked at him, holding her breath.

As a result, she saw the man suddenly turn and walk in another direction.

Song Yi tilted her head, watching his back.

She was a bit bewildered.

This is... what ga is he playing?

Tang Si made his way around to the back of the club.

In his ear, the small earpiece transmitted Zhou Liang’s report: "That guy is heading to the restroom on the first floor. Boss, circle through the lobby and block him."

"There should be a weapon in his bag, so be cautious. I think this guy has so antisocial traits."

Tang Si kept walking, his thin lips moved slightly, "What makes you think so?"

Zhou Liang certainly didn’t have the ability to assess people like this before.

"Uh... Consultant Wen said so."

Tang Si sneered, "For this guy to get into a club like this ans he had an invitation. If it’s not a legitimate invitation, then he must have stolen soone else’s to impersonate them, so find out what happened."

After giving his instructions, he had arrived at the restroom.

Just then, the corner of the man’s clothes vanished around the corner of the restroom.

Tang Si walked in and casually put up the "Under Repair" sign.

In the restroom.

It was empty, with no one in sight.

Tang Si stood in the middle of the restroom aisle, the corners of his lips curving into a playful smirk, as wild as it was limitless.

Playing the vanishing ga with him?

He lowered his gaze, unbuttoning his cuffs in a leisurely manner.

He was calm and composed.

Suddenly, he raised his head, his foot pressing against the wall as he leaped up, reaching to yank down the person hiding above the door.

He slamd the person hard onto the floor.

His speed was swift, moves steady and precise, not sothing just anyone could handle.

The person on the ground tried to struggle up, but Tang Si was faster, delivering a side kick that sent him flying one or two ters away.

The movent was clean, efficient, and entirely unhesitant.

Tang Si’s strength was considerable; many couldn’t withstand his full-force punch.

Much less this kick.

"Tap, tap, tap—" the person lay on the ground, feeling like his insides were all out of place. His vision blurred as a pair of straight legs, with steady and strong footsteps, approached him slowly.

Each step’s sound pounded heavily on his heart.

His arm braced the floor, attempting to rise, but abruptly his back was weighed down—

Tang Si’s foot pressed hard against his back.

Bending slightly, his elbow rested on his knee, looking down at him with a cold and indifferent gaze.

Tang Si flexed his neck, then casually dusted off his pant leg, exuding both a roguish air and a hint of seriousness.

Wild yet proper.

With a cynical smile on his lips, he looked relaxed, as if it was just fun and gas; if soone saw him fight, it would be described as thrilling.

This was a one-sided ravaging, a scene of violence with aesthetic appeal.

He spoke slowly, "Try running again, let’s see?"

"Spill it—why send a severed finger? Was it instigated by soone, or just a prank? How did the cat get into the base?"

The guy on the ground was tough, with a stiff attitude. He turned back, glaring viciously at Tang Si, refusing to speak.

Tang Si smirked, "Alright, there are ways to make you talk shortly."

He said, releasing his foot and bending down to grab the guy by the back collar, pulling him up.

The next mont, the guy felt a cold sensation on his wrist.

Handcuffs locked his hands with an icy grip.

Tang Si clapped his hands, looking at him, chuckling softly, his thin lips moving, staring into his eyes: "Intimidation..."

He paused, considering sothing, then looked at him, the smile on his lips deepening: "And assault on a cop?"

His finger hooked the chain of the handcuffs, his peach blossom eyes lifting slightly, "Tsk."

"Sir, co with for a trip, will you?"