The Range Rover pulled over into the emergency lane and came to a sudden halt.

Yang Fei clutched himself in pain, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

His face contorted with pain, resembling a dried walnut shell, "Officer Feng, what are you doing?"

Feng Cai's hand hovered in mid-air, unable to move forward or retreat, staring dumbfounded at her own left hand.

She had only intended to twist his arm a bit, so why had it turned into that move?

Yang Fei wailed miserably, clutching the injured spot, the wrinkles on his forehead nearly deepening enough to resemble a Shar Pei.

Feng Cai'er froze for a few seconds before finally snapping out of it.

She awkwardly, somewhat embarrassed and also a bit anxious, said, "I... I really didn't mean to do that, how do you feel?"

Yang Fei grunted, his face mournful, "How could you be so harsh?"

"Oh, my poor baby..."

Feng Cai'er, her face flushing with worry and embarrassment, said, "I was only trying to twist your leg, who knew it would take such a sudden turn..."

Yang Fei glanced at Feng Cai'er and slowly straightened his body.

He sighed and said, "Never mind, I know it was not intentional, sigh..."

"I'm just worried, what if this place ends up disabled, what then?"

"Ah, don't scare me, Yang Fei, I really didn't mean it…"

Yang Fei's words left Feng Cai'er pale with fright.

That spot, no man could bear severe harm there.

Feng Cai'er knew this well, and Yang Fei's words were not out of the realm of possibility.

"Sigh, I don't blame you, but now, why can't I feel anything?"

"Ah, what should we do?"

Feng Cai'er's heart turned cold with immense alarm.

Yang Fei stealthily glanced at Little Police Flower and saw Feng Cai'er so anxious she nearly cried, finding secret delight in it.

Actually, before Little Police Flower lunged, Yang Fei had already sidestepped, so he wasn't hurt at all.

Yang Fei teased Feng Cai'er enough, then burst into laughter, straightened up his body, and lectured Feng Cai'er with a serious face.

"This time it's fine, but in the future, you need to take a lesson from this, a girl shouldn't be so rough."

Feng Cai'er: …

In District SC, Desheng Building, there was a genuine Sichuan cuisine restaurant known for its spicy, aromatic, and fresh dishes, and it had a thriving business due to being affordable.

During meal times, the place was bustling with activity.

Zhang Shide sat alone in a private room, lit a cigarette but didn't smoke it, letting the smoke curl upward.

In the wafting smoke, his face bore a trace of weariness.

Ever since the fight at Lanting Hotel, Zhang Shide had not stopped surveilling Yang Fei.

To his relief, Yang Fei had not caused any major trouble, instead focusing peacefully on his business.

In fact, he had even seemed to cozy up to the police, catching Xue Tu and putting considerable effort into solving Wu Wei's case.

So far, there had been no suspicious behavior, which surprised Zhang Shide.

Now, was such a great master lying low in Yannan City, just to do business for some small profits?

Zhang Shide couldn't figure it out and decided to invite Yang Fei to a meal to probe further into his affairs.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the private room.

Zhang Shide perked up, stood up, and opened the door himself.

Feng Cai'er stormed in with a furious expression, picked up the tea on the table, and downed it in one gulp.

Not enough, she poured another cup and gulped it down before catching her breath, "Director, that bastard has arrived."

Zhang Shide was taken aback by Feng Cai'er's demeanor, but there was no time for detailed questions.

At that moment, Yang Fei walked in, grimacing in pain.

His walking posture was odd, prompting Zhang Shide to ask with concern, "Mr. Yang, are you alright? Feeling unwell?"

Before Yang Fei could answer, he heard Feng Cai'er grunt.

He promptly sat down awkwardly, smilingly said, "I've recently been practicing a kung fu discipline."

"The so-called Divine Skill requires self-castration first, but if not, that... is also fine, Director Zhang excuse my humor."

Zhang Shide couldn't grasp Yang Fei's underlying meaning, but felt even more that this man was inscrutable, his words filled with deep implications.

He chuckled nervously, "Last time, thanks to Mr. Yang's guidance in the Wu Wei murder case, we were able to quickly solve it."

"I've been meaning to treat you to a meal as thanks."

"But work has been so hectic, it's only now I could make the time, please don't take offense, Mr. Yang."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, offered Zhang Shide a pack of Red River cigarettes, and said lightly, "The Wu Wei murder case, we both know what really happened..."

"Hehe, let's just talk about drinks today, not work, okay?"

Zhang Shide picked up on the irony in his words, feeling somewhat awkward.

He smiled, "Let's talk while we eat, Feng Cai, ask the kitchen to serve the dishes."

Feng Cai'er responded, shot Yang Fei a warning glance, and walked out of the private room.

As soon as she left, Zhang Shide's gaze became sharp, and he slowly pulled out a notebook, flaunting it in front of Yang Fei,

he said lightly, "Mr. Yang, I hope you'll answer my questions honestly in the following, otherwise, you'll find yourself in a lot of trouble."

The notebook cover featured a crossed-sword and shield emblem, shimmering with golden light.

Below the emblem, the name of a certain department was printed in bold letters.

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