Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!

He suppressed the shock in his heart. If he had been the interrogator, those two would definitely have confessed. But did Miss Yun really hold such weight in his heart?

The two police officers in the interrogation room were still matching wits and strength with them.

"Will you confess or not?"

"Don’t play tough. If you don’t confess, we have plenty of ways to make you!"

One of them snickered disdainfully, "Whatever tricks you’ve got, just try. Even if you beat us to death, we won’t confess."

"The duck’s mouth is hard..." The two policemen in the interrogation room were ready to administer a stronger dose. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Suddenly, the door to the interrogation room was flung open, causing both men to halt their actions.

"Captain Fu." They glanced at Fu Pan and then noticed the tall and imposing Xiao Chen as he walked in.

Captain Fu never brought outsiders into the interrogation room unless they were very important, high-status individuals.

They did not recognize this man, but just his standing there exuded an understated and cold aura.

His eyebrows and eyes were notably elongated and profound. The room, already small, seemed to tighten as his tall and straight figure entered, instantly making the entire space feel cramped.

The two police officers were somewhat at a loss and stepped aside, looking up to Fu Pan for instructions.

Upon seeing Xiao Chen, the two prisoners instinctively shivered, fear rising in their eyes.

How could he be here?

"You two go out first. Ah Chen and I can handle this," Fu Pan gestured for them to leave.

In the pause that followed, he had already pulled out a chair for Xiao Chen to sit, and there was another chair beside him. Not daring to overstep by sitting next to him, he stood to the side instead.

As soon as he sat down, the air around him stirred up a sharp, cutting chill. His icy gaze was like a knife, suffocating the two handcuffed men in black as they gasped for breath.

Feeling his gaze sweep over them, they quickly lowered their eyes, not daring to meet his. Both their palms and backs of their hands were slick with sweat.

He was terrifying!

His eyes were even more terrifying!

The two had even contemplated seeking death, for falling into his hands meant suffering more than death itself.

The two policemen tiptoed out of the interrogation room along the wall, cautiously closing the door behind them, cutting off any sound from inside. Curiosity got the better of them as they decided to listen in from outside the door, joined by a few colleagues from their team.

The dim light cast shadows across his face, making his defined features even more pronounced and his jawline stand out.

The room was as silent as death. Ten minutes might not seem long, but for the two prisoners, every second was excruciating agony.

In those ten minutes, he didn’t say a word, only smoked two cigarettes.

The entire interrogation room was engulfed in a suffocating smog, making the air thin, the two gasping for breath.

Just when they could barely hold on any longer, a cold voice cut into their bloodstream, "Who sent you?"

The only response was silence.

Falling into the policemen’s hands was not frightening; falling into his was.

To not see King Yan was to suffer worse than death; to see him was to ascend to paradise.

He let out a blood-curdling chuckle, his voice soft, "Not talking? It seems you do not know my methods."

Their entire bodies broke out in cold sweat, their undergarments soaked through, their hearts pounding violently.

This was his most terrifying aspect. He had done nothing, yet he somehow exerted immense pressure, a pressure that tormented their nerves, incessantly torturing them.

"Tsk." He sneered, the chair scraping against the floor with an ear-piercing noise, breaking the silence of the interrogation room.

Their hearts caught in their chests with his movement, their eyes filled with wariness, one of them already closing his eyes.

Xiao Chen looked at their actions and had already guessed what was happening in his mind.

The moment these two saw him, he noticed their expressions.

They recognized him and knew his methods; it could only be people from Beijing.

"Did my Second Uncle send you here?" he asked.

The two were shocked when they lifted their heads, met his icy gaze, and quickly lowered their eyelids, their voices hoarse.

"We don’t know what you’re talking about."

"You think just because you don’t say it, I won’t know?" He rolled up his sleeves, lightly dusted off his clothes, and tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Don’t give them anything to eat or drink for three days and nights."

Hearing the door open and footsteps fading away, the two exchanged a glance. Could they really have survived so easily after falling into his hands?

But how did he guess?

They hadn’t said anything. Surely he couldn’t know, could he?

Feng Ye had wanted to witness more of his prowess, but these two were too weak; they got exposed before Master Chen even needed to show his true abilities.

Thinking they could be clever and that Master Chen wouldn’t know if they kept quiet?

Ridiculous.

Second Young Master Xiao surely had it rough.

Finding out who was behind this, Fu Pan felt somewhat relieved as if something occurred to him, he stopped Xiao Chen, "Master Chen, does Miss Yun know martial arts?"

The situation on-site was extremely intense and dangerous; anyone else would have been sent off the cliff with that car, so how could she have only sustained superficial injuries?

Miss Yun and that man both seemed far from simple; mysteries surrounded them everywhere.

Moreover, the bullets extracted from the muzzles of the two men’s guns were from the latest model of pistols, which even they didn’t have, and were seldom sold on the market.

He had checked the two men’s pistols; the bullets inside didn’t match those recovered, indicating there was a third gun at the scene.

"She probably does." Xiao Chen said, eyes low, as he pulled out his phone. He had seen her fighting; her style was wild and hard to distinguish.

She had completed her medical check-up; apart from some superficial wounds, she was otherwise unharmed.

Fu Pan saw that he seemed unconcerned as he lowered his head and silently added, "Master Chen, do you understand that Yun—"

He put away his phone, his features tightening slightly with a raspy voice, "You mean to say she’s not as simple as she seems?"

Fu Pan nodded.

Feng Ye also thought so; he had been idly watching the video from the car’s dashboard camera.

What a ride, as thrilling as life and death.

Seeing her wielding a gun, mostly exposed outside of the vehicle, remaining calm and collected to accurately shoot the gas tank and tires...

There were too many uncertain elements involved; if he still believed she was just an ordinary high school senior, he’d be a fool.

Xiao Chen looked at him sidelong, his expression unusually serious, "Some things, it’s enough to be clear in your own heart. You just need to do your job well. No matter how she changes, she’s still her, and I’m still me. You just need to remember what I say."

She’s still her—the child he must protect.

Feng Ye was somewhat shocked; this was a promise from Master Chen.

No matter how the little kid’s identity changed, she would remain the child in Master Chen’s heart, even if they ended up as enemies...

He had never understood why, among so many people, the little kid was the only one who caught Master Chen’s eye. Was it just because she was pretty?

Fu Pan suppressed the shock in his heart, composed himself, and nodded, "Yes, I understand."

"After a while, I’ll transfer you back to Beijing; you’re not needed here anymore."

After the college entrance exams are over, the kid will stay in Beijing, and there’s nothing more to find out in Lan City for now. Rather than exhausting themselves in search, it would be better to wait for him to surface on his own.