"Brother Yan..." she murmured, her voice drowned by screams, yet it was so clearly heard by the man. The man’s body stiffened for a moment, the hand at her waist tightened even more, as if it were about to snap her slender waist. Her world was in chaos, reflecting scattered and hurried lights, yet nestled in this warm embrace, though crisis was everywhere, she felt a peaceful calm. The man rolled with her on the ground, dangerously dodging the huge chandelier, rolling to the side, nearly getting hit by a smaller chandelier that fell close by. Yan Song acted swiftly, holding her tightly as he spun on the floor with his back, avoiding a lethal blow, but his shoulder got pierced by falling shards of the crystal lamp. Blood spread from his shoulder, yet he didn’t even frown, holding her tightly as he swiftly moved through the panicked crowd. Throughout, Yun Ya’s head was firmly pressed against his chest. She looked at the chaotic banquet hall, chandeliers had hit many, there were screams, cries of pain, sobs, and people running... Blood was spreading across the floor, what was moments ago a scene of elegance and fragrance turned into a real-world Purgatory... Her heart, never before, felt so heavy. The man placed her in a corner, shadows heavy, she couldn’t see his face. He quickly draped his coat over her shoulders, touched her head briefly, and before Yun Ya could react, turned around and disappeared. "Brother Yan." She hurriedly chased out, but apart from the chaos in front, there was no sign of him anywhere. Yet, the warmth from the coat clearly told her it was not a dream, it was her Brother Yan who returned. The coat carried traces of blood; was he injured? The police rushed in, controlling the chaotic scene, then ambulances arrived, carrying the injured out one by one. The police surrounded the entire hotel, thoroughly investigating the chandelier incident, and various media outlets flooded in from all directions upon hearing the news. Jiangzhou had encountered incident after incident recently, some sensitive people had already sensed something unusual. Follow current novels on novelꞁire.net Yan Song coldly watched a woman escorted out by two special police officers, her hair slightly disheveled, yet her beauty was untainted. She cast a sultry glance at Yan Song, smilingly said, "Little brother, what crime did sister commit? I don’t know." Yan He cursed shamelessly, daring to seduce Yan Song even now, shouted, "Why are you standing there, quickly escort her in!" The special police dared not delay, immediately placing the woman into the police car. Yan He walked to him, "Captain, does this woman really have a problem?" Her arm was injured, blood dripping steadily down, yet she showed no concern, only looking at the man in front of her. Yan Song gave her a cold glance, turned and got into the car, "First, deal with the wound." Watching the police car leaving, Yan He smirked, was he caring for her just now? Immediately recalling what she saw earlier, she shook her head, she must have overthought, how could it possibly be Yan Song? "Captain, these are all the materials on that woman. From the investigation, she personally has no suspicions, and her boyfriend has sent a lawyer, if we exceed twenty-four hours, we hold no right to detain her." Yan Song casually opened the files. Jiang Mi’er, twenty-four years old, professional model, Italian national of Chinese descent, settled abroad with family from a young age, invited by an agency to return home a month ago for development, girlfriend of Yam Group’s general manager Yam Lin. Only a month back, she’s stirred quite a bit of scandal, becoming quite a hot figure recently. From the resume, it’s perfectly flawless with no faults, yet... Yan Song watched the woman in the interrogation room, bored to the point of playing with her hair. Her face showed not a hint of panic, so calm and unperturbed it was absurd. He snorted coldly, does she really think he’s a fool? Yellow Hair raised an eyebrow, "Understood, I’ll handle it now." "Hold on, send Eagle personally, to be cautious, the enemy is more cunning than we imagined." Yellow Hair nodded solemnly, "I understand." "Handsome, leaving so soon? I’m really reluctant, perhaps keep me another day? Oh dear, I truly can’t bear to leave you." The woman flirtatiously batted her eyes, but the other remained motionless, cold as an ice sculpture. "Oh, alas, my intentions go unnoticed, it’s truly heartbreaking." The woman feigned a gesture of flicking her sleeve and departed gracefully. Yan Song coldly watched the woman’s figure fade away, a dark shadow slipping quietly past his gaze.