Li Yuphei looked at her helplessly, really not understanding how this girl could be so money-minded.
As the two were laughing and chatting, a sound of footsteps approached from afar. An Yiqing and Li Yuphei turned to look, only to see seven or eight n dressed in Flower Island police uniforms striding towards them. Leading them was a tall man in his thirties wearing a black suit. His stature was imposing, and his gaze was sharp, exuding an air of authority, clearly a veteran police officer.
The man scanned the corridor as if searching for soone. Finally, when he saw Li Yuphei, his eyes brightened, and he strode over quickly.
"Young Master Li, I’m sorry for being delayed earlier," the man said, exuding the aura of soone in a high position, yet he didn’t co off as arrogant. He smiled warmly at Li Yuphei, respectful but not obsequious.
Li Yuphei stood up and shook his hand, "No worries, Director Feng. Important people have important matters to attend to; it’s understandable."
Director Feng? An Yiqing slightly raised her eyebrows. On Flower Island, being able to speak with the Li Family and being a director with the surna Feng gave so indication of the man’s identity, and An Yiqing had already made so guesses.
"Young Master Li, who is this?" Director Feng’s attention had initially been solely on Li Yuphei, but when he casually glanced at An Yiqing, he was instantly captivated by her deanor. He knew Li Yuphei, the clean-living heir of the Li Family, who, despite being courteous, never had scandals. The won who could get close to him were mostly Li Family mbers. This girl, whether in deanor or appearance, was different from other won. Unconsciously, Director Feng began to speculate.
Li Yuphei, unaware of the man’s internal musings, glanced at An Yiqing and introduced, "This is An Yiqing, a direct disciple of Sect Leader Ye of Xuandu dicine Sect. This is Deputy Director Feng Jianxiang from the Flower Island Police Departnt."
Indeed, An Yiqing smiled inwardly, confirming her guess.
Feng Jianxiang was quite sothing. Without any family background, he graduated from the police academy over ten years ago, starting as a regular officer. With his clever mind, agile skills, and strong working abilities, he miraculously climbed to the deputy director position within the police departnt in just over a decade.
On Flower Island, the position of police deputy director is equivalent to a deputy police chief position in a city on the Mainland.
A man without background rising to the position of deputy director in such a short ti speaks to the imnse effort and dedication he invested. Of course, this cannot be separated from Feng Jianxiang’s intellect, insight, and social skills.
On Flower Island, there’s a saying that although Feng Jianxiang may not have a background, his background is deeper than anyone’s.
Indeed, Feng Jianxiang, a sociable man who loves making friends, has connections across Flower Island, ranging from street hooligans to high society elites. In the police departnt, as soone who rose through the ranks, he is well-liked by colleagues.
At this mont, this man, whose re stomp can shake the Flower Island police world, was looking at An Yiqing in shock.
"dicine Sect’s Sect Leader? Could it be... Elder Master Ye Chenghong?" he asked uncertainly.
An Yiqing raised her delicate eyebrows, surprise flashing in her eyes, "Director Feng knows my teacher?"
Feng Jianxiang’s eyes lit up; An Yiqing’s words confird her identity as Ye Chenghong’s disciple.
"Of course, I know! Over ten years ago, when I was still an impulsive young officer, I once got severely wounded by gunfire while on a mission in a remote mountain forest. All my colleagues died, and I was the only one left in the mountains. No villages ahead, no shops behind. If Elder Master Ye hadn’t passed by and saved , I might not be alive today."
An Yiqing was taken aback, not expecting Feng Jianxiang to have such ties with Master Ye Chenghong. Upon calculation, over ten years ago, her master indeed took her to Flower Island once. At the ti, she was young, and her master, caring for her, kept her in the hotel all the ti except for treating and saving people, while he wandered around Flower Island, doing who knows what.
She hadn’t heard Ye Chenghong ntion saving a young officer, likely because, to him, it was a minor affair.
However, even if it was trivial to Ye Chenghong, it was significant to Feng Jianxiang. The mission was to raid a drug trafficking organization. Two task forces, a total of over thirty people, deployed along with the entire Flying Tiger Squad, ambushed in the dense forest for a day and a night before spotting the target. The teams split into five groups, acting separately. Unfortunately, Feng Jianxiang’s team encountered the drug lord. After an intense conflict, all his teammates were killed, and only he, through experience, narrowly dodged a fatal bullet, getting shot in the shoulder instead.
Feng Jianxiang, already injured, was exhausted by the severe gunshot wound. Desperate to escape the drug lord’s chase, he took a risky plunge off a small cliff, escaping other pursuers.
In the wild, injured, unable to contact headquarters, and not daring to call out, he was running out of strength.
The drug lord died from the fall, and Feng Jianxiang thought he too would die alongside the corpse. Unexpectedly, Ye Chenghong appeared.
Seeing the police uniform, Ye Chenghong set about treating Feng Jianzhi’s wounds without a word. Despite persistent questions, Ye Chenghong’s na remained undisclosed, but Feng Jianxiang spotted small words on Ye Chenghong’s dicine box, morizing the na, oblivious to its significance at the ti.
At dawn, rescuers from headquarters found Feng Jianxiang, bringing him back and into a hospital. The hospital, after examining his wounds, told him that without tily treatnt, his bullet-riddled arm might have been lost, hindering even basic actions like wielding chopsticks, let alone firearms.
Inspired by the realization, Feng Jianxiang’s gratitude towards Ye Chenghong grew, vowing to find this benefactor.
After discharge, having slain the drug lord, Feng Jianxiang received first-class rit, drawing attention from police upper managent, marking the start of his rapid ascent.
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