"If you want to know about this matter, I can tell you, as for others, forget about it."

The bald man furrowed his brow, glanced at Zheng Anshan, and said.

This matter involves ancient martial artists, so the Special Security Department should take over. Other departments don't need to know. At most, the director of this police station can be informed.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Anshan fell silent for a moment, suspiciously staring at the bald man.

This bald guy must know someone in the higher-ups and wants to exonerate himself or possibly intends to kidnap him, but it doesn't quite look like it.

"Director, be careful, this bald guy doesn't look like a good person."

A young detective said to Zheng Anshan.

Zheng Anshan nodded, thought for a moment, and said solemnly, "If you want to speak to me alone, then both of you please come back to the station with me."

"Not now, we must wait for our boss to arrive first."

The bald man shook his head and said that Manager Fang had already called the boss, and the boss should arrive shortly.

"Who is your boss?"

Zheng Anshan frowned.

"Our boss is the owner of Qin's Immortal Orange Wine." The bald man glanced at Zheng Anshan and said.

"Immortal Orange Wine?"

Zheng Anshan's eyes flickered. He had heard of this Immortal Orange Wine, which was reportedly selling extremely well in Yunshui City recently, although he hadn't tried it yet.

"No matter who your boss is, come with us to the station first."

Zheng Anshan looked at the two, considering they were significant suspects at the scene regardless.

"I said we must wait for our boss to come."

The bald man's face turned cold.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Anshan's face darkened, his frustration mounting. He, the chief, had already spoken, asking the two to return to the station, yet this stubborn bald man still insisted on waiting for his boss.

"If you don't cooperate, then we'll have to use force."

Zheng Anshan said in a deep voice.

As soon as he spoke, all the detectives behind him aimed their pistols at the bald man and Fang Yun.

The bald man's face turned grim. At such close range, so many guns posed a significant threat to him, especially with Manager Fang beside him.

"Raise your hands, turn around, clasp your head, and squat down."

The young detective shouted harshly at the bald man.

"What if I refuse?"

The bald man clenched his fist and coldly replied, thinking it would be too irresponsible if taken away now without their boss seeing them.

"Then we will treat you as significant suspects resisting arrest and have the right to shoot to kill."

Zheng Anshan said expressionlessly.

"You!"

The bald man's face darkened.

"Forget it, bald man, let's go with them first, and I'll call the boss right away."

Fang Yun, seeing this, spoke up and immediately intended to pull out the phone from her bag.

"Don't move, one move, and I'll shoot."

The young detective instantly pointed his gun at Fang Yun.

"You're asking for it, daring to point a gun at Manager Fang."

The bald man's brows furrowed, his face icy cold.

Whoosh~!

At this moment, a blue Ferrari came rushing like a torrent, quickly approaching this side and then stopped.

The people around all focused their gaze over.

The car door opened, and a young figure stepped out.

"What's going on here?"

Seeing six or seven detectives aiming guns at Fang Yun and the bald man, Qin Yang's face immediately dropped.

"Boss, you're here."

Fang Yun's face lit up, her eyes slightly reddened, and a tense heart finally relaxed.

"Are you alright?"

Qin Yang nodded slightly, his eyes surveying Fang Yun with concern, noticing that despite her pale face, her body wasn't harmed.

"I'm fine, thanks to the things the boss gave me."

Fang Yun hurriedly shook her head and said.

Qin Yang nodded slightly, having given Fang Yun a crocodile armor and some talismans, which an ordinary profound tier expert couldn't harm her with.

Qin Yang glanced at the two corpses on the ground, recognizing that one of them ended up like this due to the Flame Burst Talisman. This scene was nothing to Qin Yang, but it was somewhat frightening for a girl like Fang Yun.

"Boss."

The bald man stood upright and respectfully addressed Qin Yang.

Qin Yang nodded. The bald man's chest still had traces of blood, evidently having gone through a brutal fight.

"You're their boss?"

Zheng Anshan examined Qin Yang, curiously, clearly not expecting their so-called boss to be so young.

"That's right."

Qin Yang nodded, then glanced at the six detectives behind Zheng Anshan.

"Have your men put down their guns; I don't like having guns pointed at me."

Qin Yang's eyes were cold as he spoke.

As Qin Yang's icy gaze swept over them, Zheng Anshan and a few detectives behind him felt uneasy, a peculiar feeling that the boy didn't seem fazed by their firearms.

"Your men can put down their guns, but as their boss, you need to come back with us to assist in the investigation. Otherwise, we'll have to take coercive measures."

Zheng Anshan said solemnly.

"Hmph."

Qin Yang gave a cold snort, tempted to disarm these men, but thought better of it.

"See if this helps."

With that, Qin Yang flipped his right hand, revealing a black badge with a gleaming national emblem.

"Take a look at this."

Qin Yang tossed the badge to Zheng Anshan.

Zheng Anshan caught the badge Qin Yang threw, his face changing upon seeing the words above the national emblem.

Zheng Anshan quickly opened it, his expression changing again upon seeing the photo and military rank inside.

"Director, what's wrong?"

The young detective next to Zheng Anshan saw his face change several times and curiously looked over.

"Major?!"

The young detective scanned the rank section, his expression baffled, then looked up abruptly. Was this boy from the military? But the boy before him was only seventeen or eighteen, was there such a young major?!

"This fake badge is so poorly made, not even accounting for common sense. Filling out any rank for himself, it's good enough if a teenager could turn a second lieutenant."

The young detective thought dismissively, and it even had a seal, surprisingly well-made, but what kind of department is the Special Security Department?

At this moment, Zheng Anshan kept staring at the steel seal, touching its clear imprint, his face changing again.

After a while, Zheng Anshan took a deep breath, closed the badge, and looked at Qin Yang with some disbelief.

"That idiot dares to forge military credentials, leaving even the director shocked."

Seeing Zheng Anshan's surprised face, the young detective sneered, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old major didn't make sense, and even concocted a military department he hadn't heard of, truly ridiculous.

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