At three in the afternoon, having just concluded the livestream and solidified his title as the "Air Force Commander" once more, Yang Qingshu joined up with Song Qing, Zhao Jinde, and Ma.
Zhao Jinde and Ma appeared drowsy, clearly just roused from their nap.
The two were just like night owls now, sleeping through the day and venturing out at night.
Looking at their increasingly worn-out appearance, it was clear they weren’t up to anything good.
"You two aren’t really livestreaming sothing shady, are you?"
After glancing at the two for a mont, Yang Qingshu couldn’t help but ask.
"How could we?"
Upon hearing this, Ma quickly shook his head.
Beside him, Zhao Jinde swayed his head, saying, "Where would we get the guts for that?"
"If we were really livestreaming sothing shady, wouldn’t we be thrown in prison once back in Dragon Country?"
Ma chid in with a laugh, "We just painstakingly gained tens of thousands of followers; there’s no way we’d joke around with our livestream accounts."
"All we do is visit bars every day, giving folks a glimpse of what the bars here in Sheng i are like."
"Brother Yang, if you don’t believe us, co along with us tonight, and you’ll see."
Zhao Jinde raised an eyebrow, giving Yang Qingshu a knowing look.
"Hmm?"
Just as he finished speaking, Song Qing’s gaze, full of murderous intent, swept across the two.
"Ahem... just kidding! Just kidding!"
Seeing this, Zhao Jinde quickly waved his hand.
He’d been friends with Song Qing for years, and naturally knew that aside from being proficient in dance, Miss Song practiced martial arts regularly.
Neither he nor Ma, even together, were a match for Song Qing.
So it was better to honestly admit defeat!
"Are you interested?"
Seeing the two back down, Song Qing raised an eyebrow and looked at Yang Qingshu.
"... How could I be interested in that?"
Yang Qingshu was about to press further, but caught sight of the anger in Song Qing’s eyes, promptly putting on the appearance of a virtuous gentleman.
"Let’s go out for a al instead; I’m starving!"
Ma, quick-witted, imdiately changed the topic.
"How about trying Elephant Country cuisine?"
Song Qing thought for a mont before suggesting.
As expected, she was drawn to the new topic.
The three n exchanged glances and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
While the four were contemplating what to eat, several police cars suddenly approached from a distance.
Hearing the sirens, Yang Qingshu was curious.
He thought perhaps sothing urgent was happening here.
But when those police cars stopped right in front of them, the four were dumbfounded.
As the police car doors opened, seven or eight uniford Sheng i officers quickly got out, surrounding the dumbstruck group of four.
The officer leading the group, probably in his early forties, was short, with dark skin and a long scar on his forehead.
His gaze swept across the four, finally fixing on Yang Qingshu, before asking, "You’re Yang Qingshu, right?"
"Yes, I am!"
Yang Qingshu looked at him quizzically, then nodded lightly.
"Mr. Yang, we suspect you are connected to a murder case."
"Please co with us to Sheng i police station to assist in the investigation!"
The scarred officer continued coldly.
Despite his choppy Dragon Country language, it was understandable.
Hearing this, Yang Qingshu was bewildered.
What... what’s this about?
How had he beco involved in a murder case?
As Yang Qingshu was paralyzed with disbelief, a Sheng i officer quickly approached and cuffed his hands with cold tal bracelets.
"I’m... I’m innocent!"
Feeling the handcuffs’ coldness, Yang Qingshu finally snapped out of it and hurriedly protested.
"Please cooperate with us!"
The scarred officer wasted no words, imdiately having Yang Qingshu stuffed into the police car.
In no ti, the police cars sped away, leaving Song Qing and the others stunned.
"Damn! How’d they take Brother Yang away?"
Zhao Jinde was the first to react, shouting urgently.
"What should we do?"
"Should we report it?"
Ma asked nervously.
It was his first ti encountering such a situation, and he couldn’t help but panic a bit.
"Are you stupid?"
"The ones who took Brother Yang are the police. What would you be reporting?"
Zhao Jinde glared at Ma, scolding him.
"Then... then what should we do?"
Ma stomped his feet anxiously, unable to co up with an idea.
"Let think... let think..."
Forcing himself to calm down, Zhao Jinde pondered Yang Qingshu’s connections in Talan.
His mind clicked, and he quickly said, "Call that Tongtai!"
"Isn’t the Nawa Clan he’s part of quite influential in Sheng i?"
"Let’s have him help get Brother Yang out..."
Hearing this, Ma nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, quickly call Tongtai!"
Saying this, both their gazes turned to Song Qing.
Song Qing, pale-faced, stamred, "I... I don’t know Tongtai’s number!"
"Then... then call Consul General Fu!"
Zhao Jinde slapped his forehead, coming up with another idea.
"Yes, yes, call Consul General Fu!"
"We know Consul General Fu, he should have a way."
Ma echoed again.
"I... I don’t know Consul General Fu’s number either..."
Song Qing pressed her lips tightly together, almost on the verge of breaking down.
"Then let’s just get a cab over there!"
"Anyway, Consul General Fu is back in Sheng i too!"
Finished speaking, Zhao Jinde hurried out of the villa complex to hail a cab.
Song Qing and Ma quickly followed suit.
...
After being brought to the Sheng i police station, Yang Qingshu wasn’t taken to an interrogation room, but rather, an office.
Though he’d been bewildered earlier, he now figured it out.
Soone wanted to see him!
But the way they chose to et him made him very unhappy!
After standing in the office for a short while, the office door was pushed open again.
Three people walked straight in.
Their group was headed by a tall foreigner with a hooked nose.
The one in the middle was an overweight, bald, greasy man in his fifties.
The last one turned out to be soone he knew...
"Mr. Yang, we et again!"
Upon seeing Yang Qingshu, the familiar face imdiately greeted him with a grin.
Yang Qingshu said nothing, just pouted slightly.
The person wasn’t anyone else but Kunshi Qinawa, who had sched against Tongtai with the move "mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."
In his eyes, this guy was just a sneaky bastard.
Having him brought here by Sheng i police today certainly ant no good.
"Heh!"
Seeing Yang Qingshu’s reaction, Kunshi Qinawa smiled nonchalantly.
Compared to Kunshi Qinawa’s smile, the other two n remained stern-faced, constantly scrutinizing Yang Qingshu...
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