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Xue Li waved her hand, and one of her subordinates immediately opened a small crack in the box in their hands. It was full of cash, and the eyes of the perpetrator were filled with greed.

Xue Li’s lips curled into a smile. “As long as you do as we say, everything here will be yours.”

They could not see how much money was inside, but judging from the box’s size, a low estimate would put the sum somewhere around five million yuan. None of them expected such a pleasant surprise.

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They were promised 500,000 yuan if they disfigured Shen Xi, taking turns enjoying themselves with her body. 500,000 yuan split eight ways was not much. Now that they could get their hands on five million yuan for nothing, only a fool would not milk the opportunity for what it was worth.

A few rushed to express their attitude, quickly explaining the real situation to the police. Zheng Huai, the person who recorded their confession, was called in for questioning to corroborate the new information the police were hearing. Upon sighting Xue Li, Zheng Huai admitted that he might have mistaken the situation and asked Zhao Yuan to report the incident to the police prematurely.

Zheng Huai seemed rather abashed as he recounted the sequence of events. In the end, the officers on duty lectured Zheng Huai before sending him off.

The eight were released from police custody and led away by Xue Li and her men.

No sooner had they exited the police station than the eight miscreants impatiently reached for the money-filled box. However, Xue Li stopped.

The closest shouted in dissatisfaction, “What are you doing? You should be more polite when asking someone for a favour. Otherwise, I’ll ensure the story of your young master’s threesome is splashed all over the news. Ah! Ahhh!”

Before he could finish, Xue Li twisted the man’s wrist with force, causing a crisp ‘Kacha’ sound to ring out, accompanied by an ear-piercing scream.

The police had set the man’s dislocated wrist that he had gotten at Zhuo Ying High School. Now, with it broken, the man howled in heart-wrenching pain.

The seven others watched as their companion collapsed, writhing in pain. They cursed and swung their fists, ready to take the boxed money for themselves. Unfortunate for them, they were all easily subdued by Xue Li.

Xue Li snorted. “Take them away!”

The police rushed out when they heard the commotion, but they were too late. They only saw a few cars leaving, red taillights flashing in the dark.

A while later, they arrived in front of a villa. Replacing the eight aggressors’ arrogance was fear and trepidation.

“Let’s go!” A subordinate of Xue Li’s shoved them into a dimly lit room.

Someone was already inside. He looked incredible. His soft hair covered his gentle, delicate brows, framing his elegant nose and pink lips. He wore a casual shirt and a pair of khaki pants, which made him very pleasing to the eye. Anyone who saw him would let down their guard, feeling at ease in his presence.

Xue Li had not expected Meng Yu to be around. “Mr Meng, Why are you here?”

A faint smile danced on Meng Yu’s lips. “I happened to be in Rongcheng, so I decided to drop by,” the smile turned sharp as he said, “I heard a few certain someones were tired of living, so I came to watch the show.”

As Meng Yu spoke, his eyes swept across the eight trembling figures. Even though he was all smiles, there was something in his gaze that sent shivers down their spines. They had thought he seemed quite amiable earlier, but that assessment was quickly tossed out the window.

Xue Li sighed. Since the Young Master’s older brother passed away, Mr Meng had been paying close attention to Guan Lei. Although Meng Yu said he happened to be in Rongcheng, he had probably rushed over from Hai City as soon as he received news of what happened.

Xue Li had thought she would need to interrogate the eight of them herself, but now that was not the case. Meng Yu would likely do it himself; why else would he have arrived ahead of them and waited here in particular?

Meng Yu got up, stretching lazily. He lifted the chin of one man with a finger, forcing the poor soul to look into his eyes.