Chapter Forty-Seven: Policewoman?

"Jinhai, where does the Fang family live?" Lin Yang's gaze was sharp, his voice cold.

Anyone witnessing Lin Yang's sinister expression at this moment would surely come to the same conclusion: this usually mild-tempered young man was finally about to explode, and Jinhai's calm would soon be shattered.

"Haicheng District, Dacheng Road. There's a Baifu Villa there, that's where the Fang family resides," Tigress, something of a know-it-all, responded quickly.

Committing the address to memory, Lin Yang strode out of the police bureau without so much as a backward glance, his grim expression unchanged. As he left, the others hurried after him, and in the blink of an eye, the interrogation room—which had moments ago felt somewhat spacious—was empty, save for the most battered of the bunch, Hu Dongyang and the one-eyed man.

Tension hung thick in the air, like drawn blades and strung bows—a perfect description of the atmosphere in the interrogation room.

"Uncle Yang, I... I didn't mean it," the one-eyed man stammered softly, cowed by Hu Dongyang's murderous glare.

"You little punk, you’ve really screwed me over this time," Hu Dongyang spat, seething with resentment. He hauled himself up, limped over to the one-eyed man, and—finding words insufficient—began to vent his fury with a relentless barrage of kicks.

Meanwhile, the group outside the police station missed the bloody scene unfolding within the interrogation room.

"Lin, are you really going to the Fang family to make trouble?" Tang Yixue caught up to him, grabbing his arm, her brows knitted in concern.

This was no trivial matter. Even though she knew Lin Yang had some martial skills, two fists could hardly hold off four enemies, and if the Fangs, in their desperation, resorted to illegal firearms, not even a god could save Lin Yang from death.

"Yang, if you're going, I’m coming with you. In fact, let's call up the boys—hell, let's just tear the Fang family’s place apart," Tigress declared, thumping his chest with conviction, his anger at today's events all too evident.

Wang Ergou had half a mind to order his men to bring in that troublemaking bastard, Fang Tianqi, straight to the station. But without evidence, there wasn’t much he could do. Besides, the group completely ignored him—he couldn't even get a word in edgewise.

If there was going to be a scene, Lin Yang intended to make it a grand one. If he let himself be bullied any further, he’d hardly be fit to call himself a man.

"Tigress, gather the boys. Tonight, we’ll raise hell," Lin Yang said heavily, clenching his fists so tightly his knuckles whitened. From the look in his eyes, if that bastard Fang Tianqi were standing before him now, he’d knock every last tooth out of his mouth.

Sensing Lin Yang’s resolve and seeing there was no room for persuasion, Tang Yixue, Bai Jing, and the others, for once, didn’t object. Instead, they rallied behind him, all eager to join in and make an uproar.

The only one looking uncomfortable was Director Wang Ergou. As a police officer, he was witnessing a group of people openly plotting a brazen act right under his nose, showing not even the slightest respect for his authority. It was blatant disregard! For someone as vain and used to wielding power as Wang Ergou, this was galling. Still, he wasn’t foolish enough to intervene or try to negotiate—he just wanted the whole thing to blow over.

With a helpless shrug, he decided to turn a blind eye. Out of sight, out of mind. If they wanted to cause trouble, let them—the Fang family’s address wasn’t even in his jurisdiction. He’d leave the headache to that old fox Pan Hong. Still, he had to keep up appearances.

"Brother Lin, if you need any help, just say the word. I, Fat Wang, will do my best for you," Wang Ergou called after them with a sycophantic grin, eager to see this band of troublemakers out the door as quickly as possible. These were not people he wanted to deal with.

Lin Yang glanced at Wang Ergou, then swept his eyes around, realizing his own car, which had served him faithfully for months, had already been scrapped. Since Wang was being so polite, Lin Yang didn’t stand on ceremony. With a cold smile, he said, "Then I’ll trouble Director Wang to lend me a police car. And—” Lin Yang deliberately paused, watching sweat bead on Wang Ergou’s brow, before delivering a line that nearly made Wang faint, “—I’ll borrow a pistol as well. Fully loaded, if you please."

Wang Ergou’s mind went blank, and he nearly stumbled to the floor.

Borrow a police car? Was this kid for real? Driving a police car to settle a vendetta—did he even hear himself?

And then, a gun? Right in front of a district police chief—openly asking to borrow a firearm. Was he planning a murder spree? With all his connections, did he really need a gun just to scare someone? Or was he planning to wipe out the entire Fang family?

This was madness. Wang Ergou cursed his loose tongue. Why didn’t he just let them leave quietly instead of making small talk?

"Well, the police car’s not a problem, but the gun... there are records for those, you see..." Wang Ergou stuttered, his face twitching.

"Hmph, what’s a pistol? I was about to ask for a submachine gun and ten grenades!" Guo Xiaoxiao, not wanting Wang Ergou to catch his breath, strode forward, hands on hips, brow furrowed, and declared with haughty bravado.

With that, Wang Ergou collapsed onto the floor, muttering to himself: Submachine gun? Ten grenades? Was she planning to level the Fang family’s home?

After much wheedling and with help from the others, Wang Ergou finally relented, handing over a police car and an empty pistol. In his mind, it was all for show—just to scare the Fangs a little. If anyone actually fired a shot, his career would be over.

With several luxury cars in tow, Lin Yang drove the police car straight to Baifu Villa on Dacheng Road in Haicheng District.

Watching the convoy disappear, Wang Ergou finally breathed a sigh of relief, glad to be rid of these lawless gods. But as he thought of the two men in the interrogation room, his brief relief vanished. If not for those two bastards, he wouldn’t have had to deal with this mess. He resolved to give them a good thrashing—and maybe even use it as an excuse to finally divorce his shrewish wife.

Haicheng District was a world apart from Tianchen District. Even driving at breakneck speed, it took the group an hour and a half to arrive, and by then, the clock had already struck the early hours of the morning.

Baifu Villa was among the most luxurious in the area—newly built, and the pride of Haicheng District. With Tigress leading the way, it didn’t take long for the convoy to pull up at the villa’s massive iron gates.

Fang Tianqi, whose pride had been wounded and teeth knocked out by Lin Yang, was notorious for holding grudges. While Lin Yang and Tang Yixue were off guard, he had hidden in the shadows, snapped a few photos, and, burning for revenge, paid a hefty sum to hire a gang of petty thugs to teach Lin Yang a lesson.

After the deed was done, Fang Tianqi returned home to await news. Not long after he stepped through his door, the hired thugs reported back: the job was done, and they boasted that Lin Yang would spend the rest of his life bedridden. In high spirits, Fang Tianqi ordered the final payment and invited several beauties to his home to celebrate, even plotting how to get Tang Yixue for himself—no scheme was too low, not even drugging her.

Baifu Villa, for all its grandeur, was set apart from its surroundings—isolated, with no other buildings within a hundred meters, making it stand out all the more.

As Lin Yang’s group entered the villa’s security perimeter, the guards inside were immediately alerted. Seeing the fleet of luxury cars, they assumed these must be friends of the young master. After all, Fang Tianqi had told them guests were coming to celebrate. So, without a second thought, they opened the iron gates wide.

"What’s this all about? Does that bastard already know we’re coming?" Su Xiaodong, driving his Land Rover, muttered to himself.

Everyone had the same question.

"Are we being welcomed? Maybe that bastard has some self-awareness and knows we’re here to chop him up—so he opened the gates himself," one of Tigress’s men exclaimed, barely able to contain his excitement at the prospect of tormenting his foes. Realizing he’d spoken out of turn, he quickly covered his mouth—after all, he’d been with Tigress long enough to know when to keep his head down.

Lin Yang didn’t bother asking why the gates were open. Without hesitation, he drove the police car straight in, the other vehicles close behind.

Originally, Lin Yang hadn’t wanted the women to be involved—this could easily turn into a firefight, and if any of them were injured, he’d never forgive himself. But they insisted, promising to do as he said, and Tigress arranged for several men to protect them. Only then did he relent and allow the four women to come along.

Inside the villa, the layout became clear: a broad path led from the entrance, flanked by manicured lawns, with a grove of trees behind. The night was so dark that nothing could be seen beyond, but through the glass windows, the four-story main building stood in full view. The brightly lit second-floor hall, visible through the open floor-to-ceiling windows, was a picture of revelry.

There, a group of scantily clad beauties danced wildly with the only man present—a true wolf among sheep.

Unbidden, a phrase escaped Lin Yang’s lips: "Dancing with wolves." Indeed, it was a pack of beauties dancing with a lone wolf.

Inside, Fang Tianqi, reveling with his guests, noticed the scene outside. But seeing that the security guards had let them in, he gave it little thought—assuming, rather smugly, that the policewoman had come straight over in a police car.