Ke Yixiong lowered his head with a smile.

“Don’t be so pleased with yourself. There’s still a long road ahead…”

Just because someone could have Xia Xiaolan now didn’t mean they’d have her forever. Xiaolan was advancing too quickly—more powerful and wealthy men would appear in her life!

Zhou Cheng had no interest in discussing such matters with him.

“That’s not for you to worry about. Do you think this is about personal grudges? Your current situation is simply the inevitable outcome.”

Back in Yangcheng, Ke Yixiong had been cautious.

Though Zhou Cheng despised this gang leader, he couldn’t find any evidence against him.

But in Pengcheng, perhaps because stealing territory brought quick money, Ke Yixiong had become reckless.

Even if the ambush on Bai Zhenzhu was his subordinates acting on their initiative, it happened with Ke Yixiong’s tacit approval. In Pengcheng, Ke Yixiong had grown bold, and naturally, his thugs became even more arrogant!

“Inevitable outcome… nothing is inevitable. History is written by the victors—of course, you’re smug now!”

What nonsense about inevitable outcomes. Given another 10 or 20 years, even if he couldn’t become the next Du family, he would have been somebody. By then, he would have been a respectable person, naturally staying away from grey businesses.

Zhou Cheng found it laughable.

Ke Yixiong refused to admit defeat or accept his fate.

There was no point wasting time on someone so delusional.

“You won’t escape.”

Now that they had caught Ke Yixiong, letting him escape would mean constantly worrying about revenge!

Zhou Cheng lost interest in interrogating Ke Yixiong personally and left the room. Ke Yixiong felt humiliated—he had considered himself somebody important and expected different treatment, but in the end, it was just like this!

Ke Yixiong remained in the interrogation room, angrily pounding the table. Zhou Cheng hadn’t even told him his name.

When Zhou Cheng returned to the adjacent room, Xia Xiaolan had fallen asleep on the table. That she could sleep in such a place showed both how exhausted she was and how much she trusted him. Zhou Cheng simply blocked out the noise from next door and sat down to keep her company.

He didn’t need to bring Xiaolan to the police station.

But although Ke Yixiong had been brought in, they hadn’t caught all his subordinates yet. Zhou Cheng was somewhat worried about their desperate retaliation.

It was simpler to keep Xiaolan by his side—the police station was the safest place.

As for Liu Fen, there was no need to worry. Even if Ke Yixiong’s men went crazy with grief and lost their minds, Mayor Tang was there and would arrange everything properly.

The night was still long.

“The world holds too many dangers. How could I let you walk alone?” Zhou Cheng murmured to himself as he watched Xiaolan’s sleeping face.

Break her wings and keep her caged?

That would be the act of the most insecure coward.

A real man doesn’t fear his woman being too excellent—instead, he works hard to improve himself, to become excellent, to raise the sky higher for her!

If she wants freedom, give her freedom!

When danger comes, he must have the ability to handle it!

While Xia Xiaolan slept in the room, Du Zhaohui outside was subjected to a very awkward cooperative investigation questioning.

It was mainly his pride that couldn’t take it.

If no one knew about it, that would be fine, but weren’t Xia Xiaolan and her boyfriend both at the police station? Du Zhaohui suspected they already knew everything—that good-for-nothing Ke Yixiong! That dead street rat! How dare he use the Xia family to deceive him?

According to the confession of one of Ke Yixiong’s subordinates.

This man had originally worked for Cao Liu, and he had helped arrange everything regarding the Xia family.

When they kidnapped the Xia family member, just before selling her off, they heard her mention that Xia Dajun worked for a Hong Kong big shot. When Ke Yixiong heard this Hong Kong big shot was Du Zhaohui, he set up a scheme, forcefully selling Du Zhaohui a favor.

There were many ways to curry favor with the powerful, but being set up and forced to accept a favor? Du Zhaohui gnashed his teeth and pounded the table:

“Ke Yixiong—”

How dare they damage Young Master Du’s face?

Ah Hua saw that the young master’s palm had turned red from slapping the table—clearly showing his anger!

Du Zhaohui turned to look at Xia Hongxia, his teeth grinding audibly. Hongxia was terrified… she hadn’t wanted to come either! Being sold to a small salon as a shampoo girl wasn’t exactly glorious. The police had arrested Feng, the salon boss, and made Xia Hongxia identify him—it was like reliving a nightmare. She wanted to find a crack in the ground and disappear into it.

Du Zhaohui’s gaze looked like he wanted to swallow her whole. Xia Hongxia was so frightened her heart nearly stopped:

“It—it’s not my fault.”

Indeed, it wasn’t her fault. Such a fool couldn’t possibly conspire with Ke Yixiong. Xia Hongxia was a victim too!

Du Zhaohui was just angry at being deceived—what he lost was his face.

How could Young Master Du show his face in society after this?

Ke Yixiong was despicable, and the Xia family members were witnesses to his foolishness. Du Zhaohui’s eyes hurt just looking at them.

Fortunately, he had gotten rid of Xia Dajun early—otherwise, Du Zhaohui would have died of frustration. This time, if Ke Yixiong didn’t go to jail, Du Zhaohui would have to kill that dead street rat himself!

A police officer hurriedly left the interrogation room and handed a paper to his colleague.

The police officer dealing with Du Zhaohui looked serious. “Mr. Du, according to Ke Yixiong’s confession, he also helped you smuggle a fugitive named Xia Ziyu.”

Du Zhaohui jumped up excitedly:

“Slander! He’s just making false accusations! I don’t know any fugitive. I’m a victim here—I kindly helped my bodyguard look for his relatives, but my sympathy was exploited!”

Xia Hongxia was shocked.

Sister Ziyu had escaped with the help of Mr. Du and Ke Yixiong.

Second Uncle didn’t know about this at all?

Du Zhaohui denied it. This was Ke Yixiong’s one-sided testimony—there was no real evidence that Du Zhaohui had helped a fugitive smuggle into Hong Kong. The police couldn’t get any evidence, and even someone as stupid as Xia Hongxia knew this must be true.

Of course, there couldn’t be any evidence.

When Ke Yixiong wanted to curry favor with Du Zhaohui back then, would he have charged money for it?

From beginning to end, Du Zhaohui never appeared personally.

With no money transactions, letters, or recordings, and Du Zhaohui firmly denying everything, no one could do anything about it.

The ordeal continued until dawn. None of the key figures among Ke Yixiong’s subordinates escaped the arrests.

Some resisted violently—one thug died during an arrest, and three were injured.

Dawn broke.

Another sunny day.

Though Xia Xiaolan hadn’t slept comfortably at the police station, she was better off than Du Zhaohui, Xia Hongxia, and the others who had stayed up all night.

She came out looking radiant, seeing these two with poor complexions. The police told Du Zhaohui: “Mr. Du if we need anything else, you must cooperate with our investigation at any time.”

If Du Zhaohui weren’t a Hong Kong merchant, he would have received the same treatment as Ke Yixiong.

That Du Zhaohui could walk out of the police station freely now—he should be grateful he hadn’t done anything illegal in Pengcheng!

Du Zhaohui felt utterly humiliated. Despite pulling an all-nighter too, Zhou Cheng still looked so handsome… Damn, might as well make a living off his looks—these pretty boys all had evil hearts.

Xia Xiaolan and Zhou Cheng were already sitting in their car. Du Zhaohui didn’t want to stay at the police station either—what was he waiting for, free meals from the station?

They had all driven here.

Only Xia Hongxia looked around helplessly, having to take public transport back to Pengcheng!

The police had brought her back, and now that they had taken down Ke Yixiong’s gang, they were busy dealing with that—who had time to drive Xia Hongxia back?

Xia Hongxia walked pitifully on the road. Xia Xiaolan and Du Zhaohui were so cruel—what would it cost them to give her a ride? So stingy and petty. These complaints Xia Hongxia only dared to voice in her heart. She feared Du Zhaohui, and she was equally timid before Xia Xiaolan… Back in Dahe Village, she had dared to squeeze out Xia Xiaolan, dared to snatch her clothes, but here she didn’t dare to make a peep!

In just two or three years, Xia Xiaolan had become such an important figure that she couldn’t afford to offend…