"Stop crying, I'm dealing with important matters. If you want to cry, go outside," Zhong Guoqing said, irritated.

"Guoqing, why are you yelling at me?" The beautiful woman raised her head, tears streaming down her face, her eyes bloodshot.

Seeing her pitiful state, Zhong Guoqing's heart softened, and he sighed, "Ali, I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself. You know my son is dead, and I'm also upset, so..."

“I understand your National Day, but your son can’t have died in vain. He will die with regrets. Whoever killed him must pay a bloody price.” The beautiful woman’s eyes were filled with resentment and deep hatred.

"I know." Zhong Guoqing took a deep drag on his cigarette, finishing a five-minute cigarette in a minute at most, even more aggressively than Yu Qian.

"What do you plan to do?" the beautiful woman pressed.

"I've already sent people to retrieve the surveillance footage. Once we find that person, I'll make him pay with his life."

"Guoqing, we can't let him off too easily. I want to torture him myself, to make him wish he were dead, to gouge out his eyes, to pull out his tongue, and to chop off his limbs," the beautiful woman said madly.

The saying "The most poisonous heart is a woman's" is absolutely true.

Doesn't he know what kind of person his own son is? Since ancient times, those who do many evil deeds will surely perish. Zhong Aiping has really messed up this time.

I believe that even without Li Changfeng and Mo Xiangyu, he would have stumbled on someone else's foot.

People like Zhong Aiping will not have a good ending.

Heaven's sins may be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins are unforgivable. Zhong Aiping has committed far too many sins, harming at least three-digit numbers of women.

If the other party is willing, it's fine to use money to win them over; it's a win-win situation.

I like your body, you like money, it's a perfect match, no problem.

But Zhong Aiping was never interested in women who came to him. He was a bit of a psychopath and liked to force people or use oppressive and drugging methods to get pretty girls.

Zhong Guoqing alone suppressed no fewer than ten cases for his son.

He deserved to die.

Around 5 a.m. the next day, the third senior sister sneaked out of Li Changfeng's bedroom and went upstairs.

Notably, Mo Xiangyu's stockings had a hole in them, which was also on her feet.

Could it be that his foot exerted force again?

After everyone left, Li Changfeng immediately pulled Shen Qiqi out and put her clothes on the bed.

Then, he took out silver needles to help him regain consciousness.

"Qiqi, wake up." Li Changfeng gently patted Shen Qiqi's face.

Third Senior Sister is gone, and we need to get rid of her quickly. It's almost dawn, and we can't let Ye Zihan find out.

"Hmm~!" Shen Qiqi opened her eyes, still half asleep and half awake.

"Get up, it'll be breakfast in an hour."

"So fast?" Shen Qiqi scratched her head, feeling that something was wrong. "How did I fall asleep last night? I don't remember anything after I got to your room."

"You must sleep well. You fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. Most people don't sleep as well as you. You don't even wake up in the middle of the night," Li Changfeng said casually.

“That’s true.” Shen Qiqi wholeheartedly agreed. “I’m a dead sleeper, no doubt about it.”

Why is my back so cold? It feels like a block of ice.

It's no wonder the floor was cold after sleeping all night.

"Are you a little chilled?" Li Changfeng turned off the air conditioner. "The temperature was a bit too low. You should be fine. Just move around a bit."

Wow, that's quite the story.

He told lies without batting an eye, as if they were the truth.

"Oh, I'll get up and go back." Shen Qiqi slowly put on her clothes. The body of a beautiful girl is always alluring, mainly because Shen Qiqi is super well-developed, almost reaching the size of a World Cup model.

Li Changfeng had been busy all night, and he still seemed eager to make a move. One can only say that youth is truly wonderful.

If you want to have such good health in your thirties or forties, you can only rely on medication.

Around seven o'clock in the morning, a group of uninvited guests arrived at the villa. There were about a dozen people, dressed in uniforms, serious and unsmiling, and each of them was carrying a gun.

"Officers, what can I do for you?" The nanny, who was cooking in the kitchen, came out immediately upon hearing the commotion.

"This is none of your business. Don't delay our operation. If you let the suspect go, you will be held responsible," a leader declared sternly, then waved his hand, and his men quickly dispersed.

"Bang!" The two men were kicked out of Li Changfeng's room as soon as they barged in.

"There's something going on here!" someone shouted.

More than a dozen men rushed over and surrounded Li Changfeng, pointing a dozen dark gun barrels at him, creating a very oppressive atmosphere.

"Trespassing? Believe me or not, I can kill you all." Li Changfeng said calmly.

The leader took out his phone, opened the photo album, looked at Li Changfeng again, compared the photos, and confirmed that there was no mistake.

"Kid, you're very arrogant. I admire your courage and audacity."

"But I have a proper arrest warrant. I advise you to be sensible and not make a futile struggle."

No matter how powerful you are, you can't escape the law.

Ye Zihan was brushing her teeth upstairs when she heard the noise and rushed downstairs, along with Mo Xiangyu.

Shen Qiqi was fast asleep. The first thing she did when she got back was to continue sleeping until she woke up naturally.

"What are you doing, using knives and guns here? Get out!" Ye Zihan shouted.

"Miss Ye, you'd better not get too involved, or you'll regret it." The leader spoke harshly, showing no fear of anyone.

The higher-ups have issued a strict order: if Li Changfeng is not caught, he will be dismissed and investigated. For the sake of their official hats and future prospects, they must be firm to the end; no one can be spared.

"How dare you! Your bureau chief and I are old friends. Are you sure you want to do this?" Ye Zihan threatened.

“Miss Ye, we are under orders to arrest Li Changfeng; it was the director who gave the order personally.”

I don't believe it.

"You can try making a phone call," the leader said, straightening his back.

Ye Zihan took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Director Qian, hello."

"Yes, your people are running rampant on my turf."

"What? Could there be a mistake?"

"Director Qian, please be lenient. I trust Li Changfeng's character; he wouldn't do such a thing."

"Director Qian, are you not going to give me any face at all?"

The call ended in less than two minutes, and Ye Zihan's expression was gloomy and uncertain, clearly indicating that the desired effect had not been achieved.

In contrast, Mo Xiangyu was exceptionally relaxed, yawning and lightly holding the stair railing, seemingly nonchalant, as if she were an outsider.

Li Changfeng's life or death was completely unrelated to her; she didn't know him at all.

Is she truly uninvolved? Or is she confident she can get him released without charge?

"Li Changfeng, I am now solemnly informing you that you have been arrested. I hope you will cooperate honestly and not cause any further trouble."

"If you are innocent, we will definitely give you justice."

"take away."

Li Changfeng did not make another move and followed them. He was willing to fight anyone and was not afraid of any power.

However, when facing the organization above, it's better to be cautious. No one can contend with the powerful weapon that is the state. We must not get too deeply involved and make things worse.

There's still room for a reversal; if things go too far, it'll be truly over.

Even if he goes to prison, no one can stop him from leaving if he wants to.

Most importantly...