Heavenly Net, Jiang Cheng's Stubborn Mouth

"Old Master Lin, is there something you need?"

Yang Yongxin spoke calmly.

"Dean Yang, I wonder if you could release Ye Bufan. The Lin Family will surely reward you handsomely."

After a moment of silence on the other end of the line, the speaker cut straight to the point.

Yang Yongxin's brow furrowed slightly, but his tone remained unchanged.

"Old Master Lin, I always handle matters fairly and impartially. What do you mean by this?"

"Besides, Ye Bufan, as an Ancient Martial Artist, deliberately struck and harmed ordinary people. On that basis alone, if I let him go, how would I explain myself to my subordinates?"

At this point, Yang Yongxin's displeasure was evident.

At the Lin Family, Lin Chongwu wanted to say more, but the call had already been cut off.

"Yang Yongxin."

Lin Chongwu's face darkened. The armrest of his chair had unknowingly been crushed to pieces.

This matter must have something to do with the Qin Family.

"Pengwen, send someone to keep an eye on Qin Yan."

"Dad, you're not thinking of making a move against Miss Qin?!"

Lin Pengwen's eyes widened. He felt his father had gone mad, provoking the Qin Family over a Ye Bufan.

Lin Chongwu said nothing more. The Qin Family couldn't be provoked, but the Jiang Family was another story.

From what he'd learned these past days, he also knew about the cooperation between the Qin and Jiang Families. Qin Yan standing up for Jiang Cheng was likely for that reason.

Since he couldn't touch Qin Yan, he'd have to let Jiang Cheng bear the Lin Family's wrath instead.

Seeing Lin Chongwu silent, Lin Pengwen clenched his fists, turned, and left.

Dad, I'm sorry!

The Lin Family's foundation must not be destroyed at your hands.

You've grown too old and muddled. Leave the Lin Family to me.

Outside the Red Rose Bar, "Sister Ruoxue, isn't that Jiang Cheng?"

Inside a black van, Tang Meng gently shook Jiang Ruoxue's arm.

Hearing this, Jiang Ruoxue, who had been staring intently at the suspect information on her computer, quickly looked out the window.

She saw Jiang Cheng and his group heading toward the bar.

Why is Jiang Cheng here?

Jiang Ruoxue's heart tightened.

In her past life, she'd received intel that a drug deal was happening here and immediately led a raid.

But she hadn't expected the other side to have guns—she'd nearly been taken down.

So in this life, she had set up a Heavenly Net early on, aiming to catch them all in one sweep.

Yet she never thought Jiang Cheng would show up here.

Those people were all vicious criminals. If anything happened to Jiang Cheng, what would she do?

No, she had to stop Jiang Cheng from going in!

"Sister Ruoxue, what are you doing?"

Tang Meng saw Jiang Ruoxue about to get out of the car and quickly stopped her.

"Xiao Meng, Jiang Cheng is about to go in. I have to stop him right now."

Jiang Ruoxue's voice was urgent, thick with worry.

"Sister Ruoxue, you're in your police uniform right now. If you go down, won't that tip them off?"

Tang Meng comforted her, "Besides, we have people inside. Your sweetheart will be fine."

At the words "your sweetheart," Jiang Ruoxue's face instantly flushed red, and her speech became stammering.

"Xiao... Xiao Meng, what... nonsense are you talking about."

Tang Meng stuck out her tongue and grinned mischievously.

"Sister Ruoxue, don't deny it. Who was so worried just now?"

"I... I just didn't want to mess up the plan."

"Oh~"

Tang Meng drew out the syllable, clearly unconvinced.

Jiang Ruoxue said nothing, merely watching Jiang Cheng's retreating back with worry, her hands clenched tight.

On the other side, Jiang Cheng led A Long and the others into the private room.

"You all did great today. A Long will transfer thirty thousand to each of your cards later."

"Little Vajra, you get double."

Jiang Cheng patted Little Vajra on the shoulder with satisfaction, liking him more and more with each look.

This kid was sharp—he might prove very useful down the line!

The eight men flushed with excitement. Thirty thousand might be pocket change to Jiang Cheng, but to them, it was a windfall.

"Young Master Jiang is generous!"

Little Vajra spoke first, and the others echoed him.

Jiang Cheng raised a hand, and the room fell silent.

Then the door swung open, and a line of "hostesses" in various styles filed in and stood in a row.

"Take it easy and enjoy yourselves tonight."

With that, Jiang Cheng turned and left.

These so-called goddesses in the eyes of ordinary men held no appeal for him.

Compared to Qin Yan and Jiang Ruoxue, they were just cheap paint and powder—not even in the same league.

He, Jiang Cheng, had standards!

He didn't just eat anything.

Jiang Cheng and A Long walked to the bar and ordered a brandy.

With his looks and attire, Jiang Cheng was naturally the brightest star in the room.

Plenty of lightly dressed girls came over to chat him up, but he politely turned them all away.

Just then, a big bald man walked in through the door, a thick gold chain hanging around his neck.

"Huh, that guy looks familiar?"

Jiang Cheng's gaze drifted over the bald man as he scoured his memory for relevant details.

Wasn't this the part where the drug deal gets busted?

To catch the dealers, Jiang Ruoxue had disguised herself and was drinking at the bar when she happened to run into Ye Bufan, who was out looking for excitement.

One look, and Ye Bufan was utterly smitten, already deciding in his heart that Jiang Ruoxue was his woman.

He strode up with his signature smile—and was promptly told to get lost.

But with the Protagonist's thick skin and plot armor, Ye Bufan soon got his chance to shine.

When Jiang Ruoxue was in danger, Ye Bufan sprang forward, spun three hundred and sixty degrees in midair, and kicked, instantly subduing the drug dealer.

In the end, through shameless persistence and the boost from saving her life, he successfully bagged Jiang Ruoxue, the golden flower of the police force.

"This is going to be a problem."

Jiang Cheng's heart sank.

According to the normal plot, this was supposed to be Ye Bufan and Jiang Ruoxue's first meeting, and his personal show-off moment.

But now... Ye Bufan probably wasn't getting out!

If the plot went unchanged from here, Jiang Ruoxue would be in mortal danger.

With that thought, Jiang Cheng scanned his surroundings.

Strange—where was she?

Not seeing Jiang Ruoxue, Jiang Cheng actually breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, it definitely wasn't because he was worried about her safety!

As a well-rounded, five-good youth who excelled in virtue, intellect, physique, aesthetics, and labor, he loathed gambling and drugs.

And he absolutely wouldn't allow Jiang Ruoxue to get mixed up in this kind of heroics.

Jiang Cheng comforted himself with that logic, his gaze shifting to a booth in the corner.

The bald man was the middleman, and the other seven were his downstream contacts.

Another ten-plus minutes passed.

A middle-aged man in sunglasses and a black overcoat walked in.

He glanced around the doorway first, then headed straight for the corner.

Behind him followed two young men in British-style bowler hats, dressed like bodyguards.

"The main event's here."

Jiang Cheng didn't look at the middle-aged man. Instead, he fixed his eyes on the paler-skinned young man among the two.

"A Long."

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

Jiang Cheng whispered a few words in A Long's ear, and the latter left the bar counter with a grave expression.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ruoxue also received a message from the plainclothes Police Flower in the bar, and replied at once, "Slowly approach the target, stay safe."