Director Zhao gave him a cold, piercing look and said, "Xiao Zhao, Xiao Zhang, cuff Li Weiguo for me." Xiao Zhao and Xiao Zhang exchanged glances, thinking they had heard wrong. Director Zhao let out a cold snort. "It seems that even as the director of this station, my words carry no weight." The two officers snapped to attention, pulling out the handcuffs from their belts and approaching Li Weiguo, who stumbled backward in panic, shouting, "Director, what are you doing?" Director Zhao pointed at the stunned Jin Hu and the other lackeys, bellowing, "Cuff them all. If even one gets away, I’ll hold you responsible." The other officers, like they were facing a formidable enemy, hastened to carry out the order. In his panic, Jin Hu turned to Li Weiguo. "Brother Li, what’s going on? Why would the director...?" Official source is ɴovelfire.net Li Weiguo had spent years luxuriating in a decadent lifestyle, his body swollen with fat. The skills he had learned at police academy had long been forgotten, and he was no match for two strong, young police officers. "Sorry, Brother Li," one of the officers said as he deftly slapped the cuffs on him. In truth, he couldn’t be happier inside, fed up with Li Weiguo’s bullying and never dreaming he’d see this day. "Director, Director, you can’t do this to me...." Li Weiguo tried to plead, but Director Zhao paid him no heed, striding quickly toward Yan Song, "Master Yan, sorry for the disturbance. I’ll personally drive you back...." The usually aloof director was now kowtowing and subservient to a young man, which left everyone stunned and in disbelief as they regarded the youth’s cold, detached face. Even the slowest to catch on sensed that something was amiss. It seemed they had provoked someone they shouldn’t have. Li Weiguo’s face turned pale as a sheet. The director had addressed him as Master Yan, and in Jiangzhou, there was only one Yan family, the former mayor... Could this young man be a scion of Mayor Yan’s family? By now, who didn’t know that Mayor Yan was from that Yan Family in the Capital City, a figure so lofty they couldn’t even hope to curry favor with him, and yet he had managed to offend him. Heaven... He wished he could faint dead away. If not for Jin Hu’s instigation, he would have already found a way to apologize to the young man and wouldn’t be in this disastrously irreversible situation, now even loathing Jin Hu for his involvement. Seething with resentment, he glared at Jin Hu, who still hadn’t reacted. As a small-time thug, he wouldn’t recognize any mayors or scions; knowing a director was impressive enough. Yan Song’s lips curled up coldly, "No need, Director. You should focus on managing your own station. With this chaos, how long can you remain director?" Without looking back, he walked away. Li Weiguo clenched his teeth, shrugged off the cops, and charged toward Yan Song, "Master Yan, Master Yan, I was blind, please forgive my disrespect just this once." Yan Song kicked him away, disgust in his eyes. Li Weiguo tumbled to the ground, quickly got back on his feet, knelt properly, and, without any mercy, began striking his cheeks with his handcuffed hands, all the while pleading, "It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault. Please, Master Yan, give this lowly one another chance. I won’t dare do it again...." It was a perfect performance filled with emotion, complete with streaming tears. Yan Song glanced over, his sharp and cold profile in the light appearing as pure and chilling as carved jade, intimidating anyone from looking directly at him. "I already gave you a chance," he said, his voice cold and filled with limitless indifference. Li Weiguo was inconsolable, begging relentlessly, but the young man’s expression was as cold as millennia-old ice, showing not a trace of softening, dragging Li Weiguo’s heart further into despair. Yan Song took a few steps, then suddenly turned his head to look at the old man huddled in the corner, speaking indifferently, "Preying on the common people, huh... how nice." His voice was dripping with sarcasm, and without looking back, he disappeared into the night. At the entrance, a hulking man dressed in black with two similarly imposing men behind him entered swiftly, their faces fierce, giving off an air of people not to be trifled with. Upon seeing Yan Song, the leading man swiftly approached with joy, "Master Yan, where’s the young miss?" Yan Song nodded, "Uncle Chang." "Yaya’s asleep; I took her back first. This place is now in your hands." Uncle Chang immediately thumped his chest, "The car is at the front gate, I’ll have someone escort you back. Master Yan, rest assured, whoever dares to bully our miss, I’ll skin them alive." Then, remembering he was in front of Master Yan, he chuckled sheepishly and scratched his head, "I’m just a simple man, please don’t mind my lack of manners, Master Yan." Yan Song smiled, "Uncle Chang, you’ve been protecting Yaya while I’m away. I don’t know how to repay your kindness. If there’s a chance in the future, I’ll treat you to a meal." His attitude was truly sincere and friendly. For a noble young master to say such words, Uncle Chang was somewhat flattered and hurriedly waved it off, "It’s what I should do. Master Yan, don’t trouble yourself over it." Yan Song said nothing more, nodded slightly, and left swiftly. Uncle Chang turned to look at the retreating figure of the youth, recalling how he had held the young girl protectively and smiled knowingly. Raising his eyes to the sky, he thought, ’Old Master, do you see? The young miss has found a man who can bring her happiness and protect her with his life. You can rest peacefully now.’ Then his gaze sharpened, his aura turned menacing as if to say, whoever dares to bully the young miss is tired of living. "Brother Chang, we’ve investigated thoroughly. The opposition is just a bunch of ruffians, with some ties to the second-in-command of the Ax Gang." "I don’t care who his father is, today I’m going to make him pay," he said, striding into the police station with an imposing manner. Despite his burly appearance, he was actually extremely careful—many people said he was all brawn and no brains, but heh... Just as Director Zhao came running out, he collided with a solid wall of muscle and stumbled back several steps. Looking up at the menacing figure before him, he almost let out a shriek of fright. Outside, the car sent by Uncle Chang was waiting. Yan Song, holding Yun Ya, got inside. After all the commotion, Yun Ya seemed to sleep even deeper. Yan Song watched her peaceful face, unable to resist reaching out to touch it. The touch was so soft, like the smoothness of a shelled egg. Yun Ya murmured something and swatted his hand away, slowly opening her eyes under his bemused gaze.