The cold wind howled.
It was already a bitterly cold winter, and at this mont, it felt even more piercingly cold. In this solemn atmosphere, Fang Yi was in a standoff with Song He and the others, while a chilling murderous intent emanated from Song He and his group.
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This is the life of the rich.
For Song He and his group, this is the decadence that befits them as wealthy heirs.
Song He held a cigar in his mouth, a cold smile on his lips. After a mont, he spoke, "Fang Yi, you’re right. If we relied on martial force to capture you, we really don’t have that capability. But what kind of society is this? This is a society governed by law. No matter how high your martial arts are, can you really withstand a bullet?"
A bullet?
Fang Yi showed a hint of a scornful smile. If a Heavenly Level expert were afraid of bullets, they might as well find a hole to hide in. But he naturally wouldn’t tangle over this, just looked at Song He with a calm and unruffled deanor.
Clap! Clap!
Song He clapped his hands twice, seemingly in sync with his rhythm. Suddenly, an alarm sounded, as if preditated, several guard cars drove in from both sides of the pebble-paved road.
The car doors opened, and from the guard car, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a Guard Bureau Director uniform stepped out first. It was evident he was a director.
This director was slightly plump, and as he got out of the car, his face was all smiles. After getting out of the car, he rushed straight to Song He and the others, greeting them repeatedly, his waist bending almost ninety degrees.
This is what it ans to be a sycophant; this director was one.
Kong Mubai also shook hands with the director, but only out of politeness, with a hint of reluctance. He said impatiently, "Enough, Director Zhao Laichun, if you want to reminisce, do it later. First, arrest the suspect; that’s what’s important."
Kong Mubai said this while glancing at Fang Yi, intentionally or unintentionally.
With this reminder, Zhao Laichun ca back to his senses and rembered his purpose for being there — to get the job done. Once the job was done, building relationships wouldn’t be a problem, would it?
So Zhao Laichun nodded, imdiately searching for the suspect among the crowd. Soon, his gaze landed on the calm and composed Fang Yi, thinking that this must be the target this ti.
Zhao Laichun was very capable at handling matters. If you couldn’t handle matters in Tianjing, how could you survive?
Zhao Laichun waved his hand, and instantly, a group of guards poured out from several guard cars. Zhao Laichun took the lead, stepping directly in front of Fang Yi, while the guards took action to surround Fang Yi.
Zhao Laichun took out an arrest warrant, waved it in front of Fang Yi, and said arrogantly, "You are Fang Yi, right? I suspect you were involved in last night’s Old Town Alley bombing case. Now I formally arrest you with this warrant."
However, Fang Yi’s expression was too calm, which surprised Zhao Laichun. In his impression, soone facing such a scene would not be so unmoved, not even if they were just pretending.
A faint smile appeared on Fang Yi’s lips. He only glanced at Zhao Laichun, then looked over to Song He and the others, "Is this all you’ve got?"
Song He exhaled a puff of smoke, his lips curled as he said, "As long as we can get you into the station, that’s skill."
Fang Yi replied calmly, "Good skill."
Kong Mubai was also smoking a cigar. Soone handed him a glass of red wine, and he took a sip, enjoying it imnsely, then urged, "Director Zhao Laichun, why are you hesitating? You have the arrest warrant, so hurry up and arrest him. If he dares to resist, just shoot. He was eager for Zhao Laichun to do just that.
Not only did Kong Mubai think this way, but Song He and Lin Jingtian also had the sa thought.
Song He mocked, "Yes, if he dares to resist, just shoot. If you don’t shoot, you’re not a man."
Lin Jingtian also sneered and said, "To deal with such a suspect, you must use harsh thods. Director Zhao Laichun, hurry up and put the handcuffs on him."
These three wealthy heirs were all smiling, but Zhao Laichun felt sothing was off. These three seed to have a deep-rooted disdain for the suspect in front of them, wishing to see him dead.
Moreover, this type of incitent clearly wanted to use him as a pawn.
Zhao Laichun was no fool. He was clever; otherwise, how could he have climbed to the position of Guard Bureau director? Although he needed to curry favor with these three heirs, he wasn’t stupid enough to sacrifice himself in the process.
Zhao Laichun looked at Fang Yi and formally said, "Cuff him, take him away!" His heart was tense, slightly afraid that Fang Yi might resist.
However, to Zhao Laichun’s surprise, Fang Yi actually extended his hands, allowing a guard to cuff them.
This scene left Song He and the others montarily stunned.
Fang Yi looked at the three of them with a slight smile and said, "Tell Fang Tianqi a ssage for , that tomorrow his wedding will turn into a blood bath. As for you three..." He paused and said, "I won’t let you go either."
Song He sneered, "You’re in the station now; you can forget about thinking so much. And to be frank, even if you have power, it’ll take at least three days before you can get out."
Song He’s plan was simple; once Fang Yi was in the station, he intended to keep him locked up for at least three days. If Fang Yi dared to break out, it would be even better, allowing them to turn him into a wanted criminal.
Furthermore, this ti they had soone backing them. He didn’t believe Fang Yi had the power to turn the situation around.
Watching Fang Yi get into the guard car, Song He felt a breath of relief, then snapped his fingers and said to Kong Mubai and Lin Jingtian: "Gentlen, such a good thing—wash away the previous disgrace—shouldn’t we celebrate?"
"Of course, we’ll celebrate. I’ll do two tonight," Lin Jingtian licked his lips.
"How about you, Mubai?"
"Haha, I want a western beauty," Kong Mubai smiled and said.
On the second floor of the villa, Lin Xueru stood by the window, watching those luxury cars drive away, feeling sowhat hesitant.
"Rescue? Or not?" Lin Xueru’s mind was in a battle of wills.
Even if she didn’t intervene, it wouldn’t matter; that person couldn’t hold this against her. But if she did... with her abilities, she couldn’t save him anyway.
Lin Xueru was in a real dilemma, pondering her options.
In a loft sowhere in Tianjing, with a bang, a long and slender radiant leg kicked open the door.
Inside the room, a man was engrossed in reading a book. The sound of the door being kicked didn’t disturb him, as if nothing could affect him. He was like a statue, standing still and confident.
Fang Yuying saw this man and coldly smiled, "Fang Xiangzai, how’s the book?"
Fang Xiangzai turned his head and smiled gracefully, "It’s good."
"I’m here to discuss sothing with you," Fang Yuying walked into the room with her head held high.
"What is it?"
"Hand over the Dragon Vein!"
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