After Yue Mingxu walked away and the area was clear, Yin Feng first took off his overcoat, and then his suit jacket, tossing them to Tuya who had just come upstairs. He loosened his collar button and turned with a smile, asking Tuya, “Do I look like him?”

Tuya thought for a moment, lowered his head with a smile, and said, “If you make your smile a bit wider… yes, just like that—you need to look like a complete fool.”

Yin Feng’s thin lips pressed together, but he still complied, displaying a smile reminiscent of “Yue Yingjun.”

Tuya nodded, “That’s about right now.”

“Wait here. Enter when I call you. It won’t take long—and don’t hold back.”

“Yes.”

Yin Feng stood by the door, considered for a moment, then rose to his tiptoes and carefully pushed it open.

Just as Yue Mingxu had predicted, Luo Yu hadn’t been paying attention to this side lately and naturally wasn’t up to date with Yin Feng’s recent situation. When he looked up, he saw the fool peering in, his eyes showing both hatred and fear. This expression pleased Luo Yu, who smiled and said to the lawyer beside him, “Looks like we didn’t completely scare him stupid last time.”

The two spoke as if Yin Feng wasn’t there, completely dismissing his presence. Yin Feng acted as if he hadn’t understood, puckering his lips high and pointing outside the door: “Bad guy! Yue Mingxu told your lawyer to go downstairs and handle the paperwork.”

The lawyer glanced at Luo Yu, who nodded without suspicion.

After the lawyer left, Yin Feng walked in and sat across from Luo Yu. Luo Yu had never taken him seriously, but thinking about how this fool spent every day paired up with Yue Mingxu still irritated him. He smiled maliciously and said, “Fool, how are things… going with Yue Mingxu lately?”

Yin Feng lifted his head huffily: “Great! Great!”

Looking at his expression made Luo Yu angry. He smiled coldly and said, “Is that so? Too bad she’s just my leftover. Do you know what ‘leftover’ means? It means I got tired of playing with her and threw her away, yet you treat her like a treasure, haha!”

Luo Yu didn’t notice that Yin Feng’s downcast eyes darkened slightly. When he looked up again, his expression was determined: “That’s not right. Yue… Yue said she dumped you, and you keep sticking to her like glue. I’ve seen you always chasing after her. So actually, she got tired of playing with you, you’re her leftover. Lieutenant Xu Mengshan and Officer Ding Xiongwei, lots of police officers know about it.”

Luo Yu felt a tightness in his chest, his gaze turning sinister as he stared at the person before him, saying coldly, “What kind of thing are you to fight with me over a woman?”

Yin Feng answered, “Why would I need to fight with you? She was mine to begin with. She said she wants to be with me, and she said you’re scum. She hates scum the most and wants to lock all of you up. Aren’t you the one trying to fight with me? Too bad you can’t win—the person is mine, her heart is mine. Only the prison cell is reserved for you.”

Scum… is it?

Although he was mentally prepared, a fool shouldn’t have the intelligence to lie. Hearing that she spoke of him this way, Luo Yu’s heart still felt like it had been stung by a thousand bees, and his smile grew darker.

Yet the fool, unaware he had angered this black-hearted person, displayed an extremely bright smile—just like the one Yin Feng had practiced outside the door earlier.

Luo Yu was only brought to the police station to assist with the investigation, and with a lawyer watching, he wasn’t handcuffed. He slowly leaned forward across the table toward Yin Feng, smiling as he said, “Let me tell you a secret…”

Yin Feng, appearing unsuspicious, also leaned forward.

Luo Yu, being well-trained in fighting, moved quickly. His long leg shot out to kick over the camera nearby, ensuring whatever happened next wouldn’t be recorded. Then he grabbed Yin Feng’s throat. But unexpectedly, the seemingly foolish Yin Feng who had been waiting for the secret appeared to anticipate this, tilting his head to dodge.

Luo Yu was stunned, and just as he was about to grab it again, Yin Feng suddenly stood up, leisurely leaned back in his chair, and called out, “Tuya.”

A burly man burst in, closing and locking the door behind him.

Luo Yu froze, feeling something was very wrong.

Then he watched as the fool across from him suddenly seemed to transform into a different person. He rested his arms on the chair’s armrests, and slowly tilted his head back, and the foolish light in his eyes vanished completely, leaving only a deep, cold gaze.

Luo Yu’s heart skipped a beat.

In an instant, Tuya had subdued Luo Yu. Though Luo Yu was quite agile, he was still just a lawyer, and to someone as fierce as Tuya, handling him was like handling a chicken. Tuya pressed him against the table, forcing his face against the surface, making it turn red and white.

Then he felt a cold hand lightly pat his face twice.

“What kind of thing are you to provoke me?” That voice was as cold as water. “You’re nothing but a clown. You’ve never seen what a real beast looks like.”

Hearing these chillingly cold words, Luo Yu was shocked and angry, but his face showed a struggling sneer.

“Don’t leave obvious injuries,” Yin Feng said coolly. “I don’t want our Yue Yue to blame me.”

Tuya smiled slightly, “Understood.” This was his specialty.

Hearing this, Luo Yu struggled desperately, straining his neck: “You dare to use violence in a police station? I’ll have you rot in prison!”

In response, Yin Feng patted his head again, like patting a dog. Yin Feng said, “You deliberately kicked over the camera—that was recorded. You attempted suicide in the interrogation room due to guilt, and my driver saved you, resulting in an intense struggle. You’re welcome.”

Luo Yu was nearly furious to death. But it was exactly as Yin Feng said—he had kicked the camera intending to beat up this fool, thinking there would be no evidence. Now he was the one being beaten, and he had kicked the camera himself. There was truly no way to defend himself.

“Beast!” Luo Yu cursed viciously. In response, Tuya delivered a muffled punch to an inconspicuous spot below his right ribs, and Luo Yu immediately fell silent.

Yin Feng watched him being beaten with utterly calm eyes, his lips twitching: “Well said.”

After watching for a while, he grew bored and left Tuya to handle the aftermath as he walked out.

He stood at the doorway for a moment, watching the clouds in the sky drift aimlessly, gathering and dispersing like life itself. As his mind wandered, he heard someone approaching. From the footsteps, he could tell it was that woman.

He didn’t bother turning around, continuing to gaze into the distance.

Yue Mingxu, however, was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, Yin Feng wore only his suit jacket, unbuttoned, with his coat draped over the balcony railing. He appeared somewhat lazy and casual. As he gazed into the distance, lost in thought, gone was the cold and gloomy expression of recent days. Those deep, clear eyes showed a temperament similar to the former Yue Yingjun.

The muffled sounds from the interrogation room had stopped.

Yue Mingxu glanced at the closed door and asked suspiciously, “What are you up to? Why did you send Luo Yu’s lawyer down to find me?” As soon as she asked, her expression changed, and she turned to rush into the interrogation room.

Yin Feng pulled her back, saying, “If I were you, I wouldn’t go in right now.”

Yue Mingxu said angrily, “You can’t take the law into your own hands at the police station!”

“No,” Yin Feng smiled. “He did attack first, kicking over the camera, trying to hit me. I was just defending myself.”

How much of this was true and how much was false, Yue Mingxu knew Luo Yu’s nature well enough to believe he might indeed attack Yin Feng. However…

Just then, the interrogation room door opened, and Tuya glanced at the two outside, lowered his head, and walked to the side.

Yue Mingxu immediately saw Luo Yu inside, beaten half to death. Though it was satisfying to see—this man had done many unconscionable things—it still wasn’t right.

“Don’t feel sorry for your ex-boyfriend,” Yin Feng’s cool voice rang out. “He hurt me once, I’m just returning the favor. I’ve already gone easy on him—I doubt he’s worse off now than I was then?”

Yue Mingxu’s mind suddenly flashed to the image of Yue Yingjun trembling in her arms, numb, beaten nearly to death, and fell silent for a moment. But then she remembered that she had already gotten revenge for Yin Feng once. Yet here he was, beating him again.

Yue Mingxu: “Couldn’t you have waited until he left the police station to take revenge? Did you have to do it on my turf?”

Yin Feng glanced at her: “A gentleman’s revenge is best served immediately.”

Yue Mingxu: “…”

At this moment, Xu Mengshan ran up the stairs with a grave expression: “Something’s happened!”

Yue Mingxu: “What is it?”

“Xiang Rong just died in detention!”

Both Yue Mingxu and Yin Feng’s expressions changed. Yin Feng asked, “How did he die?”

Xu Mengshan answered, “Initial suspicion is chronic poisoning. He suddenly fell ill, and when the prison guards found him, he was already dead!”