Police sirens drew closer, and alternating red and blue lights pierced the kicked-in door of the private room at the Golden Age Grand KTV, flashing wildly through the dim, wrecked space like a long-overdue judgment.
"Police! Stop resisting!"
"Police! Don't move! Squat down with your hands on your head!"
Boss Zhao, who had just failed to escape and then tried to buy his way out, was pinned firmly against the wall by two officers, his face pressed against the cold tiles as the handcuffs snapped shut with a crisp click.
And there was Yuan Hongzheng in the corner, that arrogant, untouchable devil.
Now he was as limp as a puddle of sludge, his wrists locked in silver handcuffs.
As he was dragged past Yuan Su, he seemed to shrink back, not even daring to look up at the son who had nearly beaten him to death.
This whole absurd nightmare was finally over.
Yuan Su was still kneeling, his hands hovering stiffly at Pu Yu's sides. He wanted to touch her, but didn't dare.
He stared at the blood seeping from the wound on her shoulder, his heart aching as though it were about to shatter. He barely dared to breathe.
"Move aside! Hurry, move aside! The medics are here!"
An emergency doctor pushed past Yuan Su, who sat frozen in place, and quickly cut away the clothing around Pu Yu's shoulder to stop the bleeding.
"Is the patient conscious?"
"Heavy bleeding. Get the hemostatic gauze ready!"
"Quick! A stretcher!" As he worked swiftly, the doctor shouted into his radio, "We have an injured patient! Get the ambulance ready! We need to get her to the hospital now!"
Pu Yu lay on the stretcher, her face pale, her awareness already beginning to fade.
The moment they lifted her, she turned