The bodyguards who were about to enter the store seemed to have received the news and disappeared into the crowd.

Seeing Zhou Yi and his two companions walking towards the police car under the watchful eyes of the security guards, the chubby boy sneered repeatedly.

"Come on, take me to the station. I want to interrogate them myself!"

The manager of Liu Liu Fu store said with a fawning smile, "Yes, little director."

"You sit in this car, and the other two of you sit in that car," Captain Huang directed Zhou Yi and the other two.

Gong Yan gave Zhou Yi a reassuring look, then carried Zhao Yiyi into a police car.

Zhou Yi then got into the second car.

The police car sped away.

Three black private cars were suspended behind it.

Inside the car, Captain Huang glanced at the rearview mirror and said with a faint smile, "Madam, your husband has messed with someone he shouldn't have. Don't blame me for not warning you; you should make plans in advance."

Gong Yan asked, "Who is the person we shouldn't have messed with?"

"Heh, those are people you slum dwellers will never come into contact with... When you're looking for a man, you have to find someone powerful and influential, otherwise you won't even know who did it if your family is destroyed one day."

"Although I don't have much power, in this business district, which boss doesn't respectfully call me 'brother' when they see me?"

"If you trust me, I can help you sort out this problem, but your husband won't be so lucky."

Captain Huang felt that his hints were obvious enough, and no woman could possibly fail to understand them.

It's fine if they're unwilling now; once they get to the bureau, we can manipulate things a bit and make them experience despair.

They will obediently comply.

He couldn't help but get excited at the thought of his happy life ahead.

Such an exceptional wife can only be seen on television.

There was silence inside the car for a few seconds.

"How about it? Do you need me...?"

Captain Huang's words seemed to be stuck in his throat.

Something cold and hard was pressed against the back of his head.

Through the rearview mirror, he could clearly see that it was a Type 54 pistol.

"What do you need?" Gong Yan's icy voice came through.