For no apparent reason, the word "underworld" suddenly popped into Xiao Yihan's mind.
It seems that only the identity of a mafia boss can explain this situation.
Xiao Yihan had only ever arrested the low-level thugs of the gangs active in Jiang City; she had never met the so-called cadres and leaders.
So……
Could Ning Zheyuan be one of the cadres among them?
But why would someone like that be willing to listen to Xia Che?
Xiao Yihan glanced over and noticed that her beloved beside her had fallen silent, his furrowed brows suggesting he was thinking about how to find a way to get Feng Yang to talk.
There doesn't seem to be anything unusual.
Xiao Yihan already knows Xia Che's identity.
Students in the senior year of Weiyang Middle School, the best school in Jiang City.
That's all.
Upon learning Xia Che's true identity, Xiao Yihan felt remorseful for a while for actually falling for a male high school student, but she quickly put this strange feeling out of her mind.
—Anyway, she's an adult, whether she's a high school student or not... what does it have to do with her?
As long as you're an adult, it's legal!
Xiao Yihan is perfectly justified in dating younger men.
But at this moment, her attention was clearly not on that.
A student...
How could he possibly command underworld officials?
So, what exactly is Xia Che's identity?
Xiao Yihan was confident that Ning Zheyuan and Xia Che had no blood relation and could not possibly be Xia Che's elder. Moreover, judging from Ning Zheyuan's attitude towards Xia Che, although the two were getting along as friends, Xiao Yihan's insight was extremely sharp.
She could tell that beneath Ning Zheyuan's terrifying and fierce aura, his attitude towards Xia Che was one of utmost respect.
That's right.
It means to be respectful.
What kind of identity could make a yakuza boss treat a male high school student with such respect...?
Xiao Yihan racked her brains, but still couldn't figure it out.
"Is this man really that mysterious... Damn, why does Xia Che seem more attractive to me?"
Xiao Yihan rested her chin on her hand, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, the deep affection within them almost palpable.
"Bang bang bang—"
While Xia Che was pondering, there was a gentle knock on the door of the interrogation room. Xia Che was startled and turned around to look.
"I'll do it."
Xiao Yihan, who was already closely watching Xia Che's every move, quickly stood up upon seeing this. After opening the door, she found that it was one of her colleagues.
"What's wrong, Xiao Zhang?"
Xiao Yihan asked in confusion.
According to their plan, no one was allowed to disturb them before the interrogation results were released.
But Xiao Zhang knew this perfectly well, yet he still came. Could it be something important?
“This was sent by a man named Ning Zheyuan. He said… it might be helpful to the case, but he asked me not to open it, saying that only Xia Che could open it.”
The law enforcement officer, whom Xiao Yihan called Xiao Zhang, peeked inside and then handed over a file bag. He was clearly curious about what was inside, but considering his captain's orders, he decided to stop while he was ahead and left obediently after taking a few glances.
"Here, this is for you."
Xiao Yihan closed the door and handed the file bag that Xiao Zhang had brought to Xia Che.
Who delivered it?
Xia Che took it and asked with some curiosity. He casually opened the file bag, and after seeing what was inside, his pupils contracted slightly, then he smiled confidently: "No need, I already know who sent it."
I never expected the results to come out at a time like this...
It seems that the person Ning Zheyuan entrusted is indeed very reliable.
Have you ever heard of the name mosquito?
Xia Che stuffed the documents back into the file bag, tidied them up, and looked at Feng Yang to ask.
With this information, Xia Che no longer needed to play games with Feng Yang.
So……
Let's get straight to the point.
"Who? Wenzi? Yuwenwen?"
Feng Yang blinked and pretended to be stupid.
"The mosquito with the insect script, don't play dumb, you've heard of this name before."
Xia Che casually placed the file folder on the table, clasped his hands together on top of it, and asked with a smile, "Do you remember the deduction I mentioned to you in the waiting room?"
"I remember, as a figment of imagination, it is indeed logically consistent. You are very suitable to be a mystery novelist."
Feng Yang's gaze unconsciously fell on the file bag that Xia Che was holding down, and his brows furrowed slightly.
His keen sixth sense told him that what was inside was quite unusual.
What could it be that's being delivered at this time?
Moreover, Feng Yang observed that Xia Che had regained his confidence; clearly, the unexpectedly delivered file folder had given Xia Che confidence.
This discovery made Feng Yang somewhat irritated.
What exactly is inside?
"I didn't have any evidence before, so I had to let you go. If it weren't for your insistence on beating up that migrant worker, you would probably be on a plane to Milan by now."
Xia Che shook his head and sighed, seemingly regretting Feng Yang's wrong choice.
Upon hearing this, Feng Yang's forehead instantly bulged with several 'well' shapes, and his vision went black.
This idiot...
How many times have I brought this up? Do I have to bring it up again?
So, why the hell did I have to beat up that migrant worker?
Isn't that just someone beating me up?
and……
Whose migrant worker is covered in tattoos, smoking cigars, and wearing sunglasses?!
Is this reasonable?
"Just say what you have to say."
Feng Yang rubbed his face and let out a deep breath.
He simply couldn't understand Xia Che's thought process, so he refused to go along with what the other person was saying.
"Okay, okay, sorry... I went off-topic again. That's just how I am. I often speak without thinking, and by the time I realize what I've said, it's too late."
Xia Che scratched his head, clearly embarrassed by his bad habit. Then he raised his hand, tapped the file folder on the table with his index finger, and said calmly, "But now... it's different. Before, I didn't have evidence, but now I do."
"I'm giving you one last chance, Feng Yang... oh no, I should call you Mosquito now. Confess now, and everything will be handled leniently. There's still room for maneuver. Have you thought it through?"
Xia Che looked at Feng Yang seriously, his expression solemn.
Seeing this, Feng Yang fell silent.
He was torn between his inner thoughts and his own conscience.
Feng Yang saw sincerity in Xia Che's eyes. Although the two were enemies, at this moment, Feng Yang felt that Xia Che would definitely keep his word.
If it's said to be the last chance, then it really is.
But Feng Yang felt unwilling.
If I confess now, it means there will be no chance of escape.
Feng Yang's mind worked quickly. He reviewed the information he had once again, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out where he had slipped up.
Since I can't think of anything no matter how hard I try...
That proves that Xia Che was still bluffing him?
"I don't understand what you're saying."
Feng Yang's eyes flickered.
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