In Yang Feng's memory, An Ning had a very good temper, was soft and gentle, and spoke very gently. Even if he said something that made her unhappy, she would not get angry, but would just glare at him. She was so easy to bully.
But it's only been a little over a month since I last saw you! How did it become like this?
How come he has absolutely no recollection of Anning ever playing with a fruit knife in her hand?
Yang Feng had a strong stereotype of An Ning. Even though he could tell that An Ning was not someone to be trifled with, he didn't think of backing down. Instead, he stood there, trying to intimidate her with his own power.
But there's no such thing as a free lunch.
Do you really think that the current peace and tranquility is something to be taken for granted?
Seeing that this person was standing there motionless, waiting for her to poke him, An Ning couldn't help but want to smile. "Did you think I wouldn't dare to do anything to you?"
Her movements were as fast as lightning. The henchmen standing behind Yang Feng didn't even see how she moved. They only knew that when they finally saw it, a fruit knife was already pressed against their boss's neck, and blood was even seeping out slightly.
Whether it was because the fruit knife had drawn blood or because Anning had unlocked too many skills, upon seeing this scene, Anning's mind was practically screaming for her to plunge the fruit knife completely into her neck so that it would be covered in blood.
If Chu Lan had arrived even a fraction later, An Ning's hand might have uncontrollably pressed down on him.
Chu Lan, who rushed over, immediately slapped An Ning's hand away from the air.
This move successfully brought everyone back from their dazed and confused state.
Yang Feng, who had been standing there dumbfounded while An Ning groped him, immediately started yelling, as if he wanted to grab a megaphone and shout, "You want to kill someone in front of the police station?! How dare you?! How dare you?!"
"Why is there blood on my neck? Tell me, how did I get so much blood on my neck... I can't stop it! Do you want to go to jail?"
Yang the Madman was even more insane than before, his face contorted with rage. "Hurry up and call the police! Have you been sitting around doing nothing all this time? I'm about to have my throat slit and you won't even call the police?"
"Not only will you not return the money, but you also want to kill me... Anning, I've noticed you've really grown bolder in the month I haven't seen you! I'm calling the police right now! You just wait!"
An Ning was held in Chu Lan's arms, quietly watching everything in front of her, her fingers still tightly gripping the blood-stained fruit knife.
Chu Lan was frantic with worry when she saw An Ning like this, and hurriedly grabbed the hand holding the fruit knife, "What are you still holding that for? Are you waiting for the police to arrest you?"
As he spoke, he tried to slap the fruit knife out of An Ning's hand, unsure whether this would clear his name or erase what An Ning had just done.
Seeing Chu Lan's anxiety, An Ning became even more unhurried. "Don't worry, Sister Lan. I'm not sick. They can't arrest me for this. He just got a minor cut. The compensation will only be a few hundred yuan at most."
There was one more thing she didn't say: compared to 300,000, she could still afford to give a few hundred yuan.
Yang Feng and his group really went to call the police. An Ning stood there and waited for two or three minutes before the police in black uniforms walked over.
What's quite dramatic is that this policeman, An Ning, knew him.
After carefully observing the other person for a few moments, An Ning decisively raised the hand that wasn't holding the fruit knife and greeted them, "Hi, we meet again."
Feng Lin was on duty today when he saw a group of people who looked like street thugs rush into the police station, yelling that they were calling the police. His first instinct was to kick them out, but then someone suddenly said that someone outside had a knife and wanted to kill someone. He stopped himself from doing so and followed the group out.
But Feng Lin never expected to see An Ning here.
This is someone Captain Lin specifically instructed to take special care of, so why would he actually come to their police station entrance on his own initiative?
Sales figures delivered to your door?
Before he could think any further, he saw An Ning, who was two meters away, suddenly raise her hand and wave at him, as if she were greeting him.
Feng Lin was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and stiffly raised his hand to wave at An Ning.
It was a really quick swipe, as if afraid that someone would see it clearly.
Yang Feng's underling, who was standing nearby, was dumbfounded when he saw this scene.
What happened?
Does Anning still have connections in the police station?
He has quite a few connections.
She knows everyone from veteran officers with decades of service to newly promoted officers, and she is especially close to the captain of the criminal investigation team.
Only when Feng Lin reached An Ning did he manage to suppress the inappropriate agitation in his heart and calmly ask An Ning, "Are you going to kill someone?"
His eyes were fixed on the bloodstained fruit knife in her hand.
At this moment, An Ning threw it away very decisively, "No."
The fruit knife fell to the ground with a thud, bounced up due to inertia, and then fell again.
"Did you inflict the wound on his neck?" Feng Lin tilted his head again, staring at the bloodstain on Yang Feng's neck.
Just as An Ning was about to speak, Lin Hang called at that exact moment. An Ning made no attempt to hide anything and openly took out her phone. Seeing the very familiar number on her phone screen, Feng Lin's heart clenched slightly.
Why is Captain Lin looking for her now?
Is there something else?
An Ning didn't know either, so she didn't hesitate for a moment and answered the phone in front of Feng Lin, "Hello? What's wrong?"
Lin Hang's voice came through the hands-free receiver, "Have you arrived yet? If not, I'll come pick you up."
"..."
Feng Lin shifted his gaze from the phone screen to An Ning's face, staring intently without moving for a moment.
His calm expression seemed to convey a myriad of emotions, the most important of which was: What is your relationship with Captain Lin?!
An Ning ignored it and said in a somewhat puzzled tone, "I feel that our relationship is a bit ambiguous right now."
Upon hearing this, Lin Hang, who was sitting in a swivel chair, dropped the document in his hand with a "thud" to the ground. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence through his teeth, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Just as I crouched down to pick up the documents from the ground, the person opposite me said, "Your men are right next to me."
Lin Hang paused, "What do you mean?"
"That means I'm right here in front of the police station."
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Three minutes later, An Ning saw Lin Hang.
Judging from his heavy breathing, he had run out of there. Before he could catch his breath, he grabbed Anning's arm and tried to drag her into the police station.
Seeing this, Yang Feng quickly said, "She attempted murder, so the sentence should be severe."
They followed, still quite worried.
Seeing him lean closer, Lin Hang turned his head and looked at him coldly, "What are you doing following me?"
Yang Feng was also confused, "Officer, weren't you taking her to the police station?"
"What does that have to do with you?"
"She stabbed me."
Upon hearing this, Lin Hang stopped in his tracks. He looked Yang Feng up and down and saw no stab marks whatsoever. He frowned. "Stabbed with a radish knife? There's no injury at all?"
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