Chapter 225: Chapter 225
In the hall, Rong Xian’an and Yang Feifan stood on opposite sides.
"Chief Yang, barging into a private home to arrest someone in the dead of night may not be very appropriate."
Facing outsiders, Rong Xian’an’s demeanor remained steady. Although there were rumors outside that the Rong Family was in decline, as the leader of this generation of the Rong Family, he had to maintain his composure.
Unfortunately, Yang Feifan, standing before him, had survived battlefields from which few returned. There was little he hadn’t seen, and though his status wasn’t as lofty as Rong Xian’an’s as a family leader, he was not intimidated in the slightest.
"Mr. Rong, that’s not how it is. Rong Qichuo is now a fugitive suspect. I’ve already shown the warrant for the arrest of a criminal suspect, so please step aside and do not hinder us from performing our duties."
When Yang Feifan spoke, his gaze was fixed on the person hiding behind Rong Xian’an. Ever since he had entered the Rong household to take the person, Rong Qichuo had fiercely resisted, and Lu Zhao and others were blocking him from making the arrest. He couldn’t bring himself to harm innocents, so he sealed the exits to prevent Rong Qichuo from escaping. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel•fire.net
That was until Rong Xian’an came to negotiate with him.
No wonder he managed to hold onto the position of President of the Rong Family; the man was silver-tongued. Yang Feifan almost fell for it until he caught himself and his tone turned sharper.
Rong Xian’an’s expression darkened when he heard those words, casting a cold sideways glance at Rong Qichuo, feeling resentment at his incompetence.
After hearing Yang Feifan’s words, Rong Qichuo suddenly raised his head and shouted, "What criminal suspect? What did I do that makes me a criminal?!"
Song Yue, standing beside Yang Feifan, smirked coldly as he picked up the arrest warrant that had fallen to the ground and held it between two fingers, leisurely waving it. "Do I need to explain it all to you in detail, Young Master Rong? Bribing Wang Li to attempt to rape a civilian, colluding with Fang Xuezhen to steal CSS project contents..."
Song Yue slowly ticked off the plethora of crimes Rong Qichuo had committed, one by one.
Some details needed to be thoroughly questioned in the interrogation room later. He only provided a general overview, but that alone was enough to shock and terrify Rong Qichuo.
"What nonsense are you spouting? I haven’t done any of these things. You’re making baseless accusations!" Rong Qichuo’s eyes widened, red veins spreading in his sleep-deprived eyes, and his face twisted with agitation.
Song Yue put away the document and handed it to a nearby detective, scoffing lightly, "Wang Li is currently locked up in prison, and Fang Xuezhen has confessed. You have no chance to argue."
Rong Qichuo’s face turned red with rage, and he quickly glanced at the spot behind Song Yue, gritting his teeth as he snarled, "Rong Zhi! You’re here just in time; get over here and tell them I didn’t do those things!"
The youth walked towards the hall with unhurried steps.
The starless night sky served as a backdrop. Lanterns along the corridor cast a dim glow, blurring the excessively enchanting brows and eyes of the youth. She seemed to step forward with the grace of a deity under the moon, bringing a touch of chill lunar light.
She stood inside the hall, and Song Yue was the first to greet her, smiling with familiarity, "Third Young Master."
Yang Feifan grinned similarly, "Third Young Master, it’s been a long time."
Rong Zhi nodded slightly, "It’s been a while. Still not finished?"
She thought she was just coming to wrap things up, not expecting the heated confrontation still ongoing in the old house.
Yang Feifan rubbed his head awkwardly, lacking the aggressive momentum he had when facing Rong Xian’an. He was quite amiable, "It’s just that the suspect isn’t cooperating, and we can’t use force on so many people..."
Rong Zhi acknowledged with a sound, having understood.
After all, they were here to serve the people, to catch criminals. They couldn’t very well arrest the people too, could they?
Rong Zhi’s gaze was calm, and she turned slightly to look at Rong Xian’an, asking, "He’s , and you’re still shielding him?"
Her tone was quite composed, yet her words were laden with implication.
Rong Xian’an furrowed his brow. Now wasn’t the time to argue with Rong Zhi. When it came down to it, Rong Zhi was the victim and the plaintiff. Only if she forgave Rong Qichuo would they have a way out.
So, despite how much he wanted to scold Rong Zhi, he had to endure it and said in a deep voice, "He is your blood brother. You don’t have to be so ruthless."
Rong Zhi let out a faint chuckle as if she heard a joke, her porcelain-white fingers lightly moving to remove her mask, her wickedly beautiful face showing an excessively cold expression.
"He’s a beast," she gestured for Song Yue to prepare, and looked at Rong Qichuo with indifference, "Not fit to be my family."
Rong Qichuo was instantly stung by her mocking words, jumping out from behind Rong Xian’an to clutch her neck, shouting in agitation, "You’re the damn beast! You worthless being, why didn’t you just freeze to death back then!"
Even at this point, Rong Qichuo showed no remorse.
Rong Xian’an was too late to pull him back. In a flash, Song Yue captured Rong Qichuo, twisting his arms behind his back, and Yang Feifan cooperated seamlessly, pulling out handcuffs to lock him up.
Rong Qichuo was pressed to the ground, struggling frantically, spewing a slew of curses, glaring red-eyed at Rong Zhi, spitting out every venomous curse he could think of.
Song Yue frowned, remarking on how noisy it was, and promptly delivered a karate chop to Rong Qichuo’s neck. Rong Qichuo was in the midst of cursing, and the next second he instantly passed out.
Rong Xian’an abruptly looked up, staring at the nonchalant youth who had done nothing but observe, unable to suppress his outburst, "What did the Rong Family ever do to you, for you to go to such lengths against us?!"
Meanwhile, Ying Man, who had rushed from the hospital upon hearing the news, finally arrived, and upon seeing the scene before her, her vision went black.
She tore off her cloak and threw it at Rong Zhi in anger, "Losing you eighteen years ago, do you think we wanted that? Bringing you back and mistaking your identity was an accident, now that the truth is out, and you weren’t harmed, why won’t you let Qichuo go?!"
The youth took a small step back, letting the cloak fall to the ground halfway. She glanced down at it, the black and white of her fox-like eyes without any ripple, deeper than the night outside.
Ying Man trembled with anger, pointing at Rong Zhi and raising her voice with each word: "Is it because of that woman? Is it because of her that you’re doing this to us? Rong Zhi, recognize this, I am your mother! What is she?!"
"You came out of my womb. Even if she raised you for eighteen years, that isn’t blood!"
A loud slap echoed in the empty hall.
Rong Zhi grabbed Ying Man by the collar, lifting her nearly collapsing body off the ground, her eyes swirling with cold, fierce intent as she dragged Ying Man, kicking Rong Xian’an who was trying to catch her, straight ahead.
Lu Zhao was startled by this series of actions, his heart almost stopping, quickly following, "Third Young Master!"
Where was she taking the madam?
Rong Zhi didn’t go far; she dragged Ying Man to a corridor pillar, lifted her, and smashed her head against it!
"It hurts! Rong Zhi, have you gone mad?! I am your mother!! Let me go!" Ying Man snapped back from her daze, the scene before her eyes shifting rapidly, and before she could even feel the pain, her forehead was pressed against the pillar.
Rong Zhi repeated the motion expressionlessly, as if she hadn’t heard a thing.
Just as Ying Man’s forehead was about to be smashed open, her face on the brink of becoming a bloody mess, a deep, restrained voice suddenly came from afar.