Chapter 0062: With a Blade

"Since you admit to the killing, come with us," said Chen Yuanyuan, casting Zhang Xiaofan a cold glance before signaling to the male officer beside her to take him away.

The male officer strode over with an imposing air—one could only feel such intimidation by witnessing it firsthand. He considered himself a man of the law, and no matter how formidable the suspect might be, he still had to cooperate with the investigation. The officer was already prepared with handcuffs.

Zhang Xiaofan found it amusing—these two officers clearly believed he was the murderer. Even the most vicious criminal must be brought to justice by law; no matter how evil the victim, an ordinary person who kills is still breaking the law.

Looking at Chen Yuanyuan's beautiful face, Zhang Xiaofan smiled and said, "Miss, instead of thanking me, you want to arrest me?"

"What's with all your nonsense? You killed someone—who else should we arrest?" the male officer barked before Chen Yuanyuan could speak.

"And who are you supposed to be? Did I speak to you?" Zhang Xiaofan retorted, glaring at him in annoyance.

"Say that again, I dare you," the officer growled, his eyes flashing menacingly.

"Feeling tough, are you? Just because you tell me to speak, I'm supposed to obey?" Zhang Xiaofan sneered, utterly unimpressed.

"Think you're something special? You dare insult me? Looks like you need a lesson," the officer said, rolling up his sleeves, certain Zhang Xiaofan wouldn't dare fight back.

"Oh? The police want to beat someone now? I'm so scared, go ahead, hit me," Zhang Xiaofan replied with a cold laugh.

The officer was nearly beside himself with rage. In his eyes, Zhang Xiaofan was nothing but a criminal—a killer. He'd dealt with cocky suspects before, but never anyone quite like this.

Damn it, does he really think I won't hit him? The officer roared inside, swinging a fist at Zhang Xiaofan's face.

As the punch came toward him, Zhang Xiaofan sneered, extended his hand, and caught the officer's fist in a firm grip, staring at him with a wicked smile. With a slight squeeze, the officer's expression quickly changed—pain contorted his face, and he began to jump, struggling to free his arm, but he couldn't escape Zhang Xiaofan's grasp. It was as if his hand had been caught in a vice.

The officer grimaced in agony—how strong was this guy, anyway? He felt as if his bones were about to be crushed.

"Still want to hit me?" Zhang Xiaofan asked, smiling at the officer.

"Let go of me, damn it!" the officer yelled.

"Still talking tough? Seems you haven't suffered enough," Zhang Xiaofan replied calmly, adding a bit more force. The sound of joints dislocating could be heard.

"What do you think you're doing?" Chen Yuanyuan demanded, seeing Zhang Xiaofan act and her colleague in obvious pain.

"Miss, it's not what I want to do—he tried to hit me. That's abuse of power, you know? This is self-defense, and I'm just teaching him a lesson," Zhang Xiaofan replied, then turned back to the officer, "So, are you going to hit me now?"

"No more, no more! Please, let go!" The officer gave in at once, his arrogance gone.

"Now that's better. Remember, reason should come before violence. Besides, even if you used force, you wouldn't be my match, would you?" Zhang Xiaofan said blandly, releasing his grip.

The officer immediately began rubbing his hand, cursing inwardly—he'd nearly lost the use of it.

Lin Siyu and her sister watched quietly from the side, already used to such scenes. Ever since they'd met Zhang Xiaofan, anyone who tried to cause him trouble ended up humiliated.

Last time, even the deputy mayor and a police squad leader had failed to do anything about him—what chance did an ordinary officer have?

Chen Yuanyuan frowned. He had just killed several men armed with submachine guns—why provoke such a dangerous man further? He was clearly a threat.

The freed officer grew angrier the more he thought about it—he, a policeman, had been forced to back down before an ordinary man. Suddenly, he drew his pistol from his holster and aimed it at Zhang Xiaofan's head.

At the same time, his gaze drifted toward Chen Yuanyuan's chest, before he put on a serious face and said, "Miss, there's something wrong with you."

"Whether there is or not, that's none of your business. Besides, I'm not here to chat. If you won't cooperate, this ends now," Chen Yuanyuan replied sharply.

"Come now, Miss, why so many questions? Even if I told you, you couldn't resolve it. Why don't we talk about something else? For example, do you have a boyfriend?" Zhang Xiaofan teased.

"Do you know who these gunmen are?" she pressed.

"I've offended plenty of people—do you want to hear the whole list?" Zhang Xiaofan replied.

"Please be serious. I'm at work," Chen Yuanyuan said, annoyed. "Who have you offended recently?"

"Relax, Miss, don't be so tense," Zhang Xiaofan said, leaning casually against a pillar beneath the overpass, smiling.

Chen Yuanyuan could only follow—this was her job.

Zhang Xiaofan noticed something unusual about her complexion... it seemed she had recently developed breast cancer.

"I think we should take your statement somewhere else," he said, moving aside.

"What do you mean, 'with equipment'?" Chen Yuanyuan was taken aback but then understood, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

"With equipment," he repeated.

"Gender?" she asked.

"Zhang Xiaofan," he replied.

"Name," Chen Yuanyuan said, taking out her notebook despite knowing Zhang Xiaofan was being deliberately difficult. His leering gaze made her feel as though he could see right through her.

"Very well, Yuanyuan, stay with Mr. Zhang and take his statement. Remember to be courteous," Wang Ming said.

"Fine. But if we're taking a statement, let this young lady handle it," Zhang Xiaofan said, glancing at Chen Yuanyuan.

He knew that if Zhang Xiaofan wanted to leave, he couldn't stop him—and didn't dare try.

"Of course. However... would you mind giving your statement to help our investigation?" Wang Ming asked politely.

"Captain Wang, may I go now?" Zhang Xiaofan inquired.

If Zhang Xiaofan had killed Wang Yong earlier, nothing would have come of it.

Even Wang Ming knew only a little—just enough to know not to provoke, arrest, or touch him, or the consequences would be dire.

Chen Yuanyuan was equally shocked, staring at Zhang Xiaofan and trying to guess his identity, but people of their rank couldn't know the truth.

Had he known, he wouldn't have dared argue with Zhang Xiaofan, no matter how bold he was.

He was simply too terrifying—just who was this man?

Wang Yong was utterly confused—what was going on? Wasn't his cousin always there to back him up?

"How dare you point a gun at Mr. Zhang!" Wang Ming barked. "You're suspended for a month—reflect on your actions."

No sooner had Zhang Xiaofan finished speaking than Wang Ming slapped Wang Yong hard across the face. So what if he was his cousin? If Zhang Xiaofan complained, Wang Ming could kiss his job goodbye.

"Just now, he pointed a gun at me, and I was quite displeased," Zhang Xiaofan said calmly. Wang Ming's attitude made it clear—he must have looked into Zhang Xiaofan's background after their last encounter and discovered his extraordinary identity.

Wang Yong couldn't believe his ears—why was his cousin being so respectful to this man?

Wang Ming, however, ignored his protests and addressed Zhang Xiaofan respectfully, "So it's Mr. Zhang. These two officers are new—hopefully they haven't troubled you?"

"Brother, he killed someone and assaulted an officer—arrest him now," Wang Yong insisted.

"You’re here, brother," Wang Yong said, delighted to see Wang Ming arrive. With so many police around, he didn't believe Zhang Xiaofan could act out.

That was Wang Ming's reasoning.

He knew better than to offend someone so formidable.

Nevertheless, nothing happened—the higher-ups gave orders directly, and even the chief didn't dare ask questions.

Later, after looking into it, he learned from the chief that this man had killed many people on Wuren Street, slain Long San, and massacred an entire club.

Wang Ming had experienced Zhang Xiaofan's unfathomable and mysterious power firsthand—he knew he couldn't afford to provoke him.

As he walked over and saw Zhang Xiaofan, Wang Ming's expression changed at once. Had he killed all these people?

Who was this man, able to kill so many under the muzzles of submachine guns?

What kind of person had provoked such desperadoes?

He looked at the Hummer lying on its side and the overturned truck—it was clear this was no accident.

Even submachine guns had appeared?

Surveying the shell casings, the corpses, and the weapons, Wang Ming frowned. Since when had crime in Jinghai City gotten so bad?

Zhang Xiaofan recognized the officer—it was Wang Ming, the squad leader who had tried to arrest him at the Lin Group entrance.

Soon, a police officer led a squad from their vehicles.

The later-arriving police cars came from the station, so they were delayed.

At that moment, several more police cars pulled up—after all, a shooting was no small matter. Chen Yuanyuan happened to be on duty nearby and got there first.

"Hmph, who are you trying to scare..." Wang Yong muttered under his breath, though he was inwardly terrified.

"If you try this again, you won't live," Zhang Xiaofan said coldly.

It was this that convinced Chen Yuanyuan that Zhang Xiaofan had killed the gunmen.

She could feel the murderous aura radiating from him—he seemed like a different person.

"Wang Yong, put the gun down," Chen Yuanyuan said, hurrying over to grab the officer's weapon and wrest it from his grasp.

"What... What do you want?" the officer asked nervously.

A primal killing intent emanated from Zhang Xiaofan's eyes, making the officer's heart tremble in fear—his hand shook as he held the gun.

To point a gun at him—no one who had ever done so had survived. Zhang Xiaofan's gaze grew icy.

He narrowed his eyes—this man was truly courting death.

"Assaulting a police officer in broad daylight—are you looking to die?" the officer shouted.

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