"Ye Zilong, what do you want?"
Jiao Zhitong suddenly stood up and walked out of the crowd. He faced Ye Zilong, who was protected by a group of bodyguards in black, and his tone revealed a hint of anger.
Ye Zilong shrugged and smiled, not caring at all. "Nothing, it's just that this is a private place. You broke in without permission, so I came to ask for an explanation."
Ye Zilong said it lightly, but it made all the policemen present very angry. Jiao Zhitong's face was gloomy, and he was about to refute, but Yang Kangle could not hold back and rushed to Ye Zilong and shouted.
"Ye Zilong, are you blind?
Can't you see the dead people lying on the ground and the blood all over the ground? "Yang Kangle shouted at Ye Zilong, spitting saliva all over Ye Zilong's face.
"Don't be impulsive. Our Young Master Ye can sue you for malicious personal attack and slander."
A man in a suit and glasses with oily hair and a powdered face walked over and stood in front of Ye Zilong. He took out a purple handkerchief from his chest pocket and gently covered his nose with a look of disgust. "Nowadays, the police really want all kinds of people. A country bumpkin like you also came here to cause trouble. What's the smell on you? Ouch, it stinks."
"You!"
Yang Kangle was so angry that his face turned green and then red. He had seen people who deserved to be beaten because of their master's power. The key was that not only did they deserve to be beaten, but they were also so effeminate. This was the first time.
As a straight man, Yang Kangle now pressed this guy to the ground and beat him. Anyway, he had the heart to beat this guy up. However, due to his identity as a policeman, he could not do it.
"Wait, stop!"
Jiao Zhitong suddenly shouted and pointed to the outside of the crowd. Everyone immediately looked over and saw two figures flash and disappear at the stairs. When Jiao Zhitong rushed to the scene, he was instantly dumbfounded.
The body bag containing the corpse was gone, and even the bloodstains on the ground were wiped clean, leaving only a watermark that had yet to dry.
"This is … Ye Zilong!"
Jiao Zhitong turned his head and looked at Ye Zilong, who was standing there with his hands behind his back and smiled. He rushed to the front of Ye Zilong and grabbed his collar. The two almost had noses against each other. Jiao Zhitong gritted his teeth and each word seemed to be squeezed out from the gaps of his teeth. "What are you playing?"
Du Kang saw that the dead body was gone and the murder scene was seriously damaged. He lowered his voice and whispered to Weiwei. After Weiwei nodded and agreed, she quietly retreated behind the crowd and rushed to the stairs.
"Damn it, I don't believe that with my speed, I can definitely catch up with the two people just now. At that time, I'll see if you, Ye Zilong, can still be so arrogant!"
Du Kang calculated in his heart and quickened his steps. But when he just reached the stairs, suddenly a figure appeared in front of him. It was the woman who had escaped from Ye Zilong's house.
Her clothes were as white as snow, and her figure was curvaceous and exquisite. Her long black hair was tied up and hung down her back. Although she was a few years older, she was still a middle-aged woman. Her charm was still there, and it was a good time for her to mature. Every movement she made had the charm of a mature woman.
At this time, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned against the wall. She looked down at Du Kang with a flash of hatred in her eyes. Her dark red lips curled up and she said coldly, "This road is blocked."
"Get out of the way!"
Du Kang hurriedly chased after her. He was afraid that if he was one step slower, if there was a car waiting outside, he really wouldn't be able to catch up. He didn't care what this woman said. Anyway, whatever she said was just nonsense. He raised his hand to push this woman away and strode forward.
"I said," the woman grabbed Du Kang's right hand and held it tightly.
Du Kang only felt that this woman's five fingers were like five steel hooks, piercing into his flesh. He turned his head to look at this woman. Coincidentally, the two of them happened to meet each other's eyes, neither giving way.
The woman's lips curled up and her lips opened slightly. Very seriously, she said to Du Kang, "This … road … is … blocked!"
"Get out!"
Ever since Ye Zilong appeared, Du Kang's head was filled with anger. This woman in front of him was looking for trouble again. Du Kang had long lost his patience, let alone his gentlemanly demeanor. As soon as he said "get out", he gathered his energy in his dantian and swung his right arm out with all his might, like a strange python flipping its body.
With a loud bang, the woman was thrown more than three meters away by Du Kang. Her body was slanted and she staggered five or six steps before she could steady herself. When she looked up again, Du Kang had already rushed forward.
The woman looked at Ye Zilong, who was still unperturbed and leisurely, not far away. Seeing Ye Zilong nod at her, she quickly chased after him. However, she had only taken two steps when someone slapped her on the shoulder, sending her flying back and crashing heavily onto the ground.
"You!"
The woman lay on the ground with her left hand covering her right shoulder. The pain was unbearable and she felt as if her right arm was broken. However, this woman was also a bold and unyielding person. She gritted her teeth and did not make a sound. She just shook her hair and turned her head to look at the stairs. With the sound of footsteps, a figure fell on the ground and was elongated.
"Du Kang!"
Clenching his fists tightly, Du Kang walked down the stairs step by step. His cold gaze swept across the woman who was sent flying by his palm. His gaze was as cold as a cold knife. When the woman's gaze met his, she actually did not dare to look at him again. She gritted her teeth and lowered her head, forcing herself to stand up from the ground. She covered her right shoulder and retreated to Ye Zilong's side.
"How is it?"
Jiao Zhitong, Yang Kangle, and the others also squeezed through the bodyguards in black and rushed to Du Kang. Seeing Du Kang's gloomy face, they knew that they did not catch up with him. They did not say anything more and turned to look at Ye Zilong, whose smile was getting more and more arrogant. They glared at him.
"Hey, what are you doing? You look like you want to eat me. I'm so scared."
Ye Zilong pretended to be scared. Then he raised his head and clapped his hands, laughing, "Hahaha … Hahaha … So interesting, so interesting."
Yang Kangle's face was completely livid. Without saying anything to Jiao Zhitong, he directly took out the handcuffs from his waist and strode to Ye Zilong.
"Huh?"
Ye Zilong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked at Yang Kangle, and asked with a smile, "Officer, what can I do for you?"
In the face of Ye Yelong's blatant sarcasm, Yang Kangle gritted his teeth so hard that they made cracking sounds.
"If I didn't have an official position, I would beat you to death!"
His teeth were itching with hatred, but he had to hold back his anger. He raised the handcuffs to Ye Zilong and said fiercely, "We suspect that you are related to a vicious serial murder case, and you are suspected of obstructing public service. Please come with us for investigation."
"Oh, so that's the case." Ye Zilong listened very carefully. He nodded with his fingers supporting his chin and cooperatively reached out his hand. Just at the moment when Yang Kangle was about to cuff him …
"Pa!"
With a crisp sound, the whole basement became quiet. Ye Zilong gently twisted his wrist and looked at the handcuffs in his hand with a smile. He slightly tightened his grip, and with a sound of metal twisting, the handcuffs made of well-tempered steel were deformed by his bare hands.
And Yang Kangle, who fell to the ground, was helped up by Du Kang. There was a clear red and purple palm print on his left cheek, and half of his face was swollen. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and even his ears were bleeding.