Jin Hu gave a thumbs-up, "Brother Li, you are the best." Li Weiguo thought to himself that this young man was just pretending to be mysterious. He didn’t believe he really had any remarkable identity. If he were truly from a distinguished background, why would he be eating at a roadside stall late at night? Convinced that the other party was all bark and no bite, Li Weiguo turned around and coldly instructed the two junior police officers: "Bring him to the interrogation room. I refuse to believe that he can act lawlessly here." The two officers exchanged glances, then braced themselves and walked towards the young man. Jin Hu looked malevolently at the young man, thinking, Dare to provoke me, you’re seeking death! Yan Song raised an eyebrow at Jin Hu, his gaze filled with mockery, disdain, and the crushing superiority of a ruler over ants. Despite sitting in a way that made him shorter, there was a sense of contemptuous superiority that could utterly infuriate someone. Yan Song glanced at Li Weiguo, his mockery faint, said nothing more, and stood up to walk towards the interrogation room. Following that, Li Weiguo’s phone rang. He took it out to see that it was Director Zhao calling. Looking at the tall silhouette of the young man, his eyes darkened as he stepped aside to answer. "Don’t make any rash moves, we’ll talk when I get there." Director Zhao sounded very hurried, said only one sentence, and hung up. Li Weiguo pursed his lips, pocketed his phone, and after thinking for a moment, headed towards the interrogation room. "Put down the person in your hold. Acting so sneakily is highly suspicious." Li Weiguo approached the interrogation room, his gaze falling on the person in Yan Song’s hold. Yun Ya had already fallen asleep, oblivious to the outside world. Yan Song just sat nonchalantly in the chair at the center of the empty interrogation room, which made it look especially desolate. Yet, the young man sitting alone there emanated a lofty spirit that gave him the air of looking down on the world. Without lifting his head, he gently brushed away the hair that had fallen onto the cheek of the person in his embrace, his actions and gaze suffused with boundless tenderness. "Didn’t you hear me talking? Resisting law enforcement, disrespecting the police, and obstructing official duties are severe crimes that could result in up to three years of fixed-term imprisonment, criminal detention, or public surveillance," Li Weiguo said harshly. Yan Song hooked the corner of his mouth in disdain: "You’re not qualified to talk to me, get lost." Li Weiguo, who had never suffered such humiliation, was so angry his face turned red. He picked up the iron rod leaning against the wall, stepped towards the young man, and without hesitation, swung it down towards the young man’s head. Yan Song’s eyes turned cold in an instant. With a glance that was like the icy depths of Hell, it seemed to freeze one’s soul and pierce the skin with countless icy spikes, causing blood to flow freely. The iron rod in Li Weiguo’s hands hesitated mid-swing, and in that moment of distraction, Yan Song kicked out with his foot straight into Li Weiguo’s stomach with full force. He sent him flying two or three meters back into the interrogation table with a "crash", taking both man and table down to the floor. The two junior officers were shaken, and they hurried to help Li Weiguo. Listening to the commotion from the interrogation room, Jin Hu secretly ground his teeth. The female police officer secretly called Director Zhao, urging him to come quickly as a serious incident had occurred. Yan Song neatly retracted his leg, looked down at Yun Ya sleeping peacefully in his embrace, and seeing she was unaffected, he breathed a sigh of relief. Li Weiguo, in pain, grimaced and shouted at the two officers helping him: "What are you standing around for? This man has openly assaulted a police officer, and the offence is grievous. Cuff him for me." "Brother Li..." The two hesitated, looking at him. This person seemed rather tricky to deal with, should they reconsider? Li Weiguo said sternly, "Are you not even listening to me now?" The two officers looked at each other and reluctantly stood up. Just then, the door to the interrogation room suddenly opened from the outside, and Director Zhao strode in, bellowing, "Stop." Li Weiguo struggled to get up: "Director? Why have you come?" As he limped over, he appeared especially disheveled: "Director, this person has openly assaulted an officer. Look at what he’s done to me. I’m a people’s police officer. Is there no rule of law in your eyes? I request immediate arrest of this person..." Fresh chapters posted on NoveI(F)ire.net But the Director wasn’t listening to him. Instead, he focused on the young man, his presence and voice just as commanding. The words "You’re at the end of your tenure as Director" echoed in his mind, causing him a fearful sensation each time he thought of them. Those distinctively charming, peach-blossom-shaped eyes were highly recognisable. However, the eyes he remembered were laughing yet not laughing, sharp and composed, while these eyes were like a millennia-old icy pool, profoundly deep and cold. His heart gave a sudden leap. Could it be that person? He waved his hand without turning back and said, "You all go out first."