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Luo Weiwei’s gaze revealed surprise as she had heard of Yang Xinyi’s renown—she was the president of Xinyi Group, and countless people wanted to curry favor with her, but she barely gave them a glance. Weiwei hadn’t expected her to be acquainted with this mover, let alone help him solve a problem; this made Weiwei even more curious about Ye Xiong.

“President Yang, I’m just taking him back to assist with the investigation,” Luo Weiwei said courteously.

Yang Xinyi’s gaze fell on Ye Xiong before she said, “Alright, Ye Xiong, make sure to cooperate with the police work.”

“What are you standing around for? Let’s go!” Luo Weiwei ordered sharply.

“It’s just a BMW, President Yang has agreed to compensate me, why are you shouting?” Ye Xiong complained unhappily.

“Got someone backing you up and now you got the guts to talk back?” Luo Weiwei grew angry.

“I wouldn’t dare offend the Black Triad Organization,” Ye Xiong shrugged.

He was probably the first to dare equate the police with the Black Triad Organization.

Luo Weiwei took him to the sports motorcycle and sat on it, looking down at him with an air of superiority, like an empress, and said coldly, “I ask and you answer. If you don’t cooperate, you should know the consequences. Take out your ID card first.”

Ye Xiong fished out an ID card from his rear pocket and handed it over.

Turning the ID card over and over, Luo Weiwei finally confirmed that it was a fake—the card had no chip inside. How dare this guy present a fake ID to a police officer?

“Congratulations, you’ve just earned yourself another charge of forging identity,” she announced.

Luo Weiwei knocked the ID card on his head several times.

“Do that again and I’ll lose my temper,” Ye Xiong stepped back a few paces.

“Oh, getting bold enough to challenge me now, are you? Want to add assaulting an officer to your list?” Luo Weiwei jumped down from the bike, approached him, and said coldly, “Thinking of getting physical, are you? Bring it on!”

After she finished speaking, she even deliberately straightened her body.

Ye Xiong stole a glance at her chest—her loose police uniform couldn’t hide it.

He pulled out another ID card from his jeans and handed it to her.

Luo Weiwei took it, puzzled, only to see this ID card was the spitting image of the fake one—address, name, and ID number alike—and this one was a genuine document.

Walking around with two identical ID cards, one real and one fake—what on earth was he planning to do?

“I grabbed the wrong one just now, I lost my previous ID card, and getting a temporary one was taking too long. I needed it urgently for work, so I had to make an identical one,” he explained. “You can go back and check, Officer; I’m a law-abiding citizen with no criminal record.”

“Go to your dorm, change into some clean clothes, and come out. Then you’ll come back to the station with me,” Luo Weiwei decided.

Luo Weiwei had resolved to bring in this guy first; he was shrouded in mystery from head to toe, and she suspected that he might be connected to a major case.

“Officer beauty…”

“You have ten minutes to shower and change. If you exceed the time, you’ll face charges for obstructing official duties.” Luo Weiwei checked her watch and announced, “Time starts now.”

“You’re tough!” he exclaimed.

Ye Xiong ran back to his rented place, showered, changed into clean clothes, and appeared before her promptly on time.

He donned a plaid shirt and jeans riddled with holes, his sneakers, which looked unwashed for who knows how long, now on his feet—the very image of a punk from the streets. Didn’t this guy have a single proper outfit?

Luo Weiwei straddled the motorcycle and commanded, “Touch me and you’ll face the consequences. Get on the bike!”

Ye Xiong obediently sat behind her, and as he inhaled her fragrance, his hands itched to grab her waist. Thinking of the treatment he’d receive at the police station, he forcibly held back.

“Impulse is the devil, acting on it is the devil!”

The bike roared away, and her back curves looked stunning as she drove, her cool demeanor infused with an irresistible feminine charm. Ye Xiong suddenly noticed an indentation on her back, made more apparent because of her forward-lean when driving.

How big must it be!

Suddenly, the bike screeched to a halt throwing Ye Xiong forward, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Let go,” she snapped.

Luo Weiwei was nearly furious, but she had no time for anger as they came under attack.

A sedan to their side made a sudden right turn, bringing her motorcycle to a stop.

“Wow, there are assassins behind us!”

Ye Xiong clung tightly to Luo Weiwei like a frightened child grabbing the first lifeline he could find.

Thanks to Ye Xiong’s warning, Luo Weiwei saw from the rearview mirror two motorcyclists slowly pulling out silencers.

The bike spun around on the spot, and Luo Weiwei maneuvered it out of the line of fire and sped off.

Whiz whiz whiz!

Bullets chased them continuously from behind as two motorcycles followed in hot pursuit.

“Police woman, can you put me down, I’m not ready to die yet.” Ye Xiong clung desperately, his voice trembling with fear, “I have elderly parents and young children at home, four or five mouths waiting for me to feed!”

“If you don’t want to die, shut up!”

At that moment, Luo Weiwei’s entire focus was on getting away, and she hadn’t noticed his inappropriate touching until the truth hit her, nearly sending her into a rage.

And yet the guy was screaming and clinging on as if he were overly frightened, which left her uncertain whether his reaction was due to genuine shock or a deliberate ploy to take advantage of her.

Either way, it was unforgivable.

“Let go of me,” Luo Weiwei yelled.

Only then did Ye Xiong seem to come to his senses and he quickly released his grip.

The whole street was thrown into chaos, with drivers swerving to avoid collision, causing a traffic mess!

The killers, after chasing for a short while and failing to kill Luo Weiwei, eventually turned into an alley and disappeared from view.

Only then did Luo Weiwei stop her vehicle and call the police from the roadside.

This time, the situation was extremely serious. The fact that the assailants had deployed a sedan and two motorcycles to kill her suggested a strong likelihood that it was connected to the case she was currently investigating. No wonder her father had urged her to step away from this case. Clearly, behind it all was a massive entity, and her progress had threatened someone.

Luo Weiwei felt a turmoil inside her, and it took a long while after her narrow escape to come back to her senses. When she finally got out of the car, she found that her waist was still tightly gripped and the two were stuck together.

It was the first time she had been held by a man, and it was a construction worker at that, which made Luo Weiwei shake with rage. With a swift movement, she drew the dagger from her boot and lunged it towards the hand that was holding on to her.

“Finally safe!”

Ye Xiong released his hold, narrowly avoiding the knife. After getting out of the car, he patted his chest, “Feeling alive is truly great!”

Luo Weiwei looked puzzled. This guy was just too lucky. Just as she was about to teach him a lesson, he let go. Could he have known?

Also, just now, how had he known those two motorcyclists were killers? They hadn’t even drawn their guns when he spoke!

Luckily, his warning had saved her, or else she would’ve been dead by now.

Just then, Ye Xiong noticed the dagger in Luo Weiwei’s hand and shouted, “What are you trying to do? I’ve got a faint heart, don’t scare me!”

“You’ve had your grope and grab; do you think I’ll leave you with both hands?” Luo Weiwei brandished the dagger in her hand.

“Comrade officer, this is all a misunderstanding! In that situation, I had no choice but to hold on tight to you, right?”

Ye Xiong took steps backward, looking pitiful, “I beg you, I have elderly parents and young children, four mouths counting on me to provide for them!”

“Take one more step back and try me!” Luo Weiwei said coldly.

“No good, the killers are back,” Ye Xiong pointed behind her and yelled.

Luo Weiwei instinctively drew her gun and crouched down, pointing behind her, but there was no sign of any killers.

Realizing she had been tricked, she quickly turned back only to find Ye Xiong was gone.

“That son of a bitch ran away too fast!” Luo Weiwei stomped her foot in frustration. She really wanted to chase him down to settle the score, but her priority now was to look into the killer situation; she couldn’t be distracted by anything else!

Inside the nearby café, Ye Xiong entered the restroom, relieved himself, and then left through the back door.

“That woman has a great figure; the feel was just too good.” Ye Xiong squeezed his fingers, reminiscing the sensation, “Such a high-quality policewoman, wouldn’t it be a waste if she got killed?”

Ye Xiong contemplated whether he should help her, but after thinking it over, he decided against it. He was different from who he used to be.

As he walked through the café, he suddenly noticed a familiar figure.

It was an incredibly haughty beauty over one meter seventy in height, wearing sunglasses and a black trench coat, with ear-length short hair that gave her an aura of decisive briskness. She sat there quietly, as if she had known all along that Ye Xiong would pass through the café.

Ye Xiong walked over, sat opposite her, and took the coffee in front of her, downing it in one gulp.

The woman in the black cloak didn’t speak, as if already aware of his mannerisms, and only after he finished the coffee did she ask indifferently, “When will you rejoin the team?”

Ye Xiong stared intently at her bewitching face, his slick demeanor evaporating to be replaced by a mocking expression, “You know it’s impossible.”

“I admit, the error in command from above led to the annihilation of your team, but you are still alive, aren’t you?”

“Do I look alive to you?” Ye Xiong stood up, his eyes fierce, pointing at his heart, “Inside here, already died.”

Behind her sunglasses, the woman’s piercing gaze fixated on him, silent for a long moment.

In her eyes, she saw tears within his—a rarity, for in their six years of partnership, Phoenix had never before seen Reaper’s tears.

“Half a year as a porter, half a year as a lumberjack, now half as a construction worker, wandering the world, is this your newfound wisdom?” Phoenix asked softly.

“My affairs are none of your business,” Zhao Xiong replied, standing up, coldly adding, “Go back and tell Long Tianya that Reaper is already dead. Thank you for the coffee, goodbye.”