Chapter 224 Miss Ying is having an affair with the IBI commander [3rd update]
He came alone, without any help.
He was even dressed in a suit and tie, but because he had arrived in a hurry, his shirt had a few more wrinkles.
It doesn't seem to pose any threat at all.
Those thugs have all been through big scenes and have been involved in many gang fights, so how could they be scared by a single threat?
What international pursuit? That's a complete joke.
The thugs at the front ignored them and continued forward.
Beside him, Grandpa Yan frowned, as if he was trying to think of something.
Suddenly, he broke out in a cold sweat and shouted, "Stop! Stop!"
The thugs all followed Master Yan, so they naturally had to stop when he gave the order, but they were all somewhat puzzled.
The young detective dusted off his clothes, a half-smile on his face: "Stop what? Weren't you just acting all tough, ready to take care of someone? Go ahead, we've already made way for you, do you expect me to ask you to come?"
"No! We just came here for a look around." Old Yan gave a half-crying, half-laughing expression, his words strained. "Absolutely no other intentions. We're leaving now! We're leaving now."
Upon hearing this, the young agent's smile vanished: "Leave? You really think that if you play games, the IBI will play along?"
He pointed to the road beneath his feet: "Don't be afraid, even if you leave today, we can still find you."
Yan Ye broke out in a cold sweat, and his hands, which were holding the prayer beads, were trembling.
He never expected that his routine call to check on the goods, after receiving a call from Fang Zhicheng, would lead him straight into IBI!
What is IBI?
Specifically designed to combat international crime!
Only internationally notorious criminals are on the IBI's wanted list.
He's just a nobody in Ningchuan, yet he's caught the eye of the IBI, which is why they sent a senior agent down here.
Suddenly, Yan felt a chill run through his body.
He had actually met with IBI agents and international police officers, but they weren't after him at the time.
That's why he was even more terrified.
Of course, today the IBI only sent a senior agent, and he has the ability to keep this senior agent here.
But if he did that, he would really be close to death.
Once the IBI sets its sights on someone, no one can escape.
"Master Yan!" Fang Zhicheng pleaded for help, "Master Yan, I guarantee you, she'll fetch a good price!"
"Fool!" Master Yan laughed in anger, raised his foot, and kicked Fang Zhicheng in the stomach.
Fang Zhicheng doubled over in pain, gasping for breath, and exclaimed in disbelief, "Master Yan?!"
The young detective stood to the side, hands behind his back, smiling slightly, making no move to stop him.
Master Yan grabbed Fang Zhicheng by the collar, his voice strained through clenched teeth, filled with extreme anger: "Who did you mess with?! The IBI is after you!"
Fang Zhicheng's mind was a little blank, and he asked in a daze, "I what I?"
Actually, even elementary school students know the abbreviation IBI.
After all, it has been included in history textbooks and appeared on the evening news.
The IBI has investigated and resolved countless international crimes, protected the safety of many people, and made a significant contribution to maintaining world peace.
In particular, a few months ago, IBI even registered a Weibo account, which attracted a lot of attention from netizens.
The major families in the capital city have all had dealings with IBI.
But Fang Zhicheng was just a nouveau riche, far from being a true tycoon, and had no right to even contact IBI.
He had definitely heard of it, but he never expected to see an IBI agent condescend to come here.
Yan Ye was even angrier by his ignorant attitude. He roared, "Let me tell you, you're finished. You've dragged me down with you!"
What they did was also dirty.
However, they have always done it very discreetly, so it doesn't attract much attention.
But if you provoke the IBI, you're completely trapped.
Fang Zhicheng was still unable to react; he felt dizzy and his whole body was trembling.
"Captain, who exactly is this Miss Ying?" The members of Team One were also stunned. "I've only met her once with the boss, and she's from IBI."
Because they are similar in nature, Team One and IBI have also collaborated before.
"I don't know." The captain shook his head thoughtfully. "Could it be a relative of some officer?"
“Impossible,” one of the team members said. “None of the IBI’s officers are Chinese. They can’t just send down a senior detective; they can’t just send down an ordinary detective.”
"Miss Ying, we're sorry to have startled you." The young agent remained respectful. "The plane has arrived. I'll send someone to take you back first. We'll follow up on how to handle things here."
"This is troublesome." Ying Zijing took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from her forehead, her breathing slowed. "Xiao Lan, let's go."
Wen Tinglan followed.
Master Yan and his gang of thugs didn't move; they didn't dare to.
“Brother,” the captain stepped forward and hooked his arm around the senior agent’s shoulder, “why are you getting involved in this kind of thing?”
"It's an emergency order from headquarters." The young agent recognized them, nodded, and didn't hide anything. "I just happened to be the closest, so I came over."
"Still headquarters?" The captain's expression turned slightly serious. "Then what was the reason?"
"They didn't say anything, they just told me to come and protect a Miss Ying and her brother." The young agent recalled the order and replied, "Headquarters said Miss Ying is exceptionally beautiful, so I recognized her at first glance."
"That's really strange." The captain said, puzzled. "Could it be that you have too many people and are quite free?"
Otherwise, would someone make a special trip to Ningchuan?
Even some shady deals in Beijing and Shanghai are probably beyond the IBI's interest and time to investigate.
"No way, we're still chasing several criminals in O continent. I only came here after I managed to delegate the work to someone else."
"So I suspect—" the young agent coughed a few times, lowered his voice, and gossiped mysteriously, "Look, Miss Ying is so beautiful, could she be having an affair with one of our superiors?"
"..."
**
Two hours later, the plane arrived in Shanghai.
Inside the cabin, Ying Zijing, wrapped in a blanket, fell asleep by the window.
Wen Tinglan knew she was tired, so she didn't disturb her.
He sat quietly to the side and began to read the textbooks that Norton University had sent him.
If he hadn't been so useless, he wouldn't have been arrested, and he almost implicated his sister as well.
But IBI?
Wen Tinglan has always enjoyed watching the news and pays attention to major international events, and knows what a powerful organization the IBI is.
Even with his IQ of 228, he couldn't understand why IBI would get involved in such a trivial matter.
He was deep in thought when he heard footsteps.
The man was tall and slender, as upright as a jade tree.
He was wearing a black shirt with the top two buttons undone, which, combined with his devilishly handsome face, added a touch of nonchalant languor.
The faint, delicate fragrance of jade and agarwood wafts through the air, seemingly bringing peace and tranquility to everything.
Wen Tinglan was taken aback and was about to speak.
Fu Yunshen tilted his head, his long lips pressed against his, signaling him to be quiet: "Shh—"
Then, he picked up his phone and showed it to Wen Tinglan.
The above is a sentence that I typed out earlier.
Your uncle is waiting for you at home. There's a car downstairs; it will be safe.
Wen Tinglan hesitated for a while before standing up and getting off the plane.
Before getting off the plane, he gave the man a wary look.
The girl was still asleep, her face turned to the side.
She is always very quiet when she is asleep.
Its arms and legs were curled up, making it look like a tiny little kitten.
This is a sleeping position that makes one feel very insecure.
Even when she's asleep, she's in a protective posture.
Fu Yunshen lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
He bent down slightly, raised his hand gently, as if to touch her head, but did not actually do so.
Finally, he picked her up and carried her off the plane.
As if sensing the breeze, she rolled slightly into his arms, burying her head against his chest.
But the person was still fast asleep, very soundly asleep, and had not yet woken up.
It was just an unintentional act.
Fu Yunshen paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.
The voice was barely audible: "You're overthinking it. You're still just a kid."
We must protect her well and watch her grow up.
**
night.
Although Ying Yuexuan didn't want to hear Zhong Manhua's complaints, she still returned to the Ying family.
After she returned home, she walked around but couldn't find Ying Tianlu.
"Mom," Ying Yuexuan had no choice but to ask Zhong Manhua, "Has my brother not been coming back these past few days?"
Zhong Manhua's expression stiffened as she recalled her conversation with Ying Tianlu that day, and her tone turned cold: "He founded his own company and he's busy with work, as you know."
At the same time, her heart was also clenched with anxiety.
Ying Tianlu said he would reveal Ying Zijing's identity, which would be a huge blow to Ying Yuexuan and the Ying Group.
Hearing this, Ying Yuexuan felt much relieved. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Mom, my sister came to school today."
"So what if she's here?" Zhong Manhua slammed down her teacup, her voice cold. "Don't associate with her; she'll corrupt you."
Ying Yuexuan swallowed the rest of her words immediately.
Zhong Manhua already disliked Ying Zijin, and if she were to reveal that Ying Zijin was bullying students, it would likely only increase Zhong Manhua's disgust.
Zhong Manhua felt agitated whenever Ying Zijin was mentioned.
She couldn't drink any more tea and was about to go upstairs to rest when the phone rang.
It was an unfamiliar number.
Zhong Manhua answered the phone: "Hello?"
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