Chapter 181: Two living people vanished into thin air!

Stop!

Yang Laoer shouted loudly.

Lao Yang turned his head sideways, saw his movement and eyes full of killing intent, and froze.

Ning Jinli also saw this scene and quietly grabbed Lao Yang's arm.

"Lao Er, what do you mean?" Lao Yang asked.

Yang Laoer stared fixedly at him, "Brother, I ask you again: are you really going to destroy Zheng Xing?"

Lao Yang's face showed anger: "It's not me who will destroy him, it's you and himself! I absolutely cannot just watch him get away scot-free!"

"After all these years, you haven't changed." Yang Laoer gritted his back teeth, placed his index finger on the shotgun's trigger, "Brother, this is you forcing me..."

Lao Yang grew even angrier: "You still want to kill me to silence me? You think if I die, the state will let you off?!"

Yang Laoer smiled: "There's no choice, it's all for the child. After killing you and this informant beside you, I'll turn myself in and take the blame. Even if I'm shot dead, it's fine—at least my son's affair won't be leaked by you, and he can continue living normally."

Lao Yang and Ning Jinli were both stunned.

Who would have thought Yang Laoer could go this far to protect his son?

But this kind of fatherly love is hardly commendable.

Thus we can see why Yang Zhengxing became so lawless and wanton.

It's all because Yang Laoer's excessive indulgence and pampering spoiled him.

"Yang Zhengxing!" Lao Yang glared at his nephew, "If you're still a man, take responsibility yourself—don't let your dad risk his life for you!"

Yang Shao's pupils trembled, his face full of conflicted expression.

Yang Laoer said: "Son, you're still young with a bright future; everything I've struggled for will be yours. Don't let down your father's earnest hopes—make sure you live well! If anyone comes investigating my killing later, you must never spill a word, lest you drag yourself into it."

Yang Shao steadied himself, stepped back two steps, "Dad, rest assured, I will."

Yang Laoer glanced at his son, then resolutely pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A huge boom!

The shotgun's muzzle belched smoke mixed with firelight.

The nearby bodyguards instinctively lowered their heads and covered their ears.

The huge recoil made Yang Laoer stagger backward, nearly falling.

Yang Shao quickly steadied him.

Yang Laoer said: "I think I aimed right; go check the corpse—if that woman isn't dead yet, I'll fire another shot."

That shot was aimed at Lao Yang's chest, only a few meters away; with the shotgun's power and spread, Lao Yang was certain to die, and the woman beside him would surely be dead or injured.

Yang Shao waved away the smoke drifting before his eyes, looked toward the grass a few meters ahead, and suddenly gaped: "Dad... people... people are gone!"

Lao Yang rubbed his arm sore from the recoil, wondering: "Is this shotgun's power that great? Did it blast the person to pieces?"

"No!" Yang Shao pointed at where Lao Yang and Ning Jinli had been standing, "Look, they've vanished! Nothing's there!"

Lao Yang widened his eyes, suddenly realizing only a patch of turf flipped by a bullet remained there—"How is this possible?! Quick, look for them!"

Yang Shao and the several bodyguards immediately rushed over.

But they saw no blood, not even a half-body silhouette.

Everyone was completely bewildered.

Lao Yang couldn't believe it: "Is this a haunting? Two perfectly fine living people just vanished into thin air?!"

"Impossible! Nothing like this happens in the world. Those two must have taken advantage of our inattention, using some method to flee—like diving into the nearby bushes and slipping away!" Yang Shao quickly analyzed, then ordered the bodyguards: "Quickly gather more people; even if we have to overturn this whole forest today, we can't let those two escape!"

"Yes, young master!"

……

Meanwhile, Ning Jinli and Lao Yang had already returned to the factory.

Thinking back to the situation, she was still somewhat shaken.

Fortunately, she had kept a wary eye.

Taking advantage of the few minutes while Yang Laoer and Lao Yang were arguing, she successfully opened a Time-Space Gate and linked the passage to this factory side.

Then, just before Yang Laoer fired, she promptly brought Lao Yang through the Spacetime Portal.

Otherwise, the consequences would be unbearable to imagine.

"Lao Yang, are you alright?" Ning Jinli asked, still a little frightened.

Lao Yang's face looked grim, not from fright but because he never imagined his own brother would so readily strike him down.

"I'm fine, just feeling a bit heavy-hearted..." Lao Yang rubbed his chest, his body swaying slightly.

Ning Jinli supported him, "Let me first take you to the hospital to treat your wounds."

Lao Yang waved his hand: "These are just superficial injuries, it's fine—I need to make a call quickly, send people to capture that father and son, can't let them get away."

He slightly calmed his emotions, picked up his phone, and made a call.

Shortly thereafter, less than half an hour passed.

The accompanying personnel arrived and told him that over five hundred special police had been dispatched, armed with live ammunition to carry out the arrest operation.

Then they also urged him to go to the hospital for treatment.

Lao Yang shook his head, pulled over a chair, sat down, and calmly said: "I'll go to the hospital after they've caught the people."

There was no choice; Ning Jinli could only grab an emergency medical kit and use its tools to temporarily clean Lao Yang's wounds.

Meanwhile, the accompanying personnel quickly pressured the arrest team, demanding they resolve it at any cost.

——

Yang Shao's side.

He kept calling people over, soon gathering over a hundred to search the woods continuously.

But after searching for almost an hour, we still found nothing.

Yang Laoer even obtained the road surveillance surrounding this forest.

But aside from seeing Old Yang arrive in that Mercedes G-Class at the start, there was no trace of him leaving from here at all.

"Your elder uncle and that woman must still be in this forest," Yang Laoer said, smoking, his gaze dark as he watched the people searching back and forth not far away.

Yang Shao scratched his head and paced, "But we've already searched this forest three times; it's not some primeval jungle—no caves, no rivers or lakes. Where could those two hide? They couldn't have just dug a hole and gone underground, could they?"

Yang Laoer looked up, "Could it be... they climbed up the trees?"

Yang Shao placed his hand on his forehead, "Every climbable tree, my men have checked them all—nothing. Dad... I really think we're dealing with a supernatural event."

Yang Laoer took a deep drag, exhaling a smoke ring, "You mean they truly vanished into thin air?"

"Yes, there's no other possibility," Yang Shao said firmly. "We've searched every reachable spot, all entry and exit points are under surveillance, and the footage shows no departure. Even if it's unbelievable, that's the only explanation."

In most of his life, Yang Laoer had seen many oddities, but this was a first of its kind.

He thought seriously and said, "After disappearing here, where would they go?"

Yang Shao didn't know how to answer that question either.

When the father and son were at a loss, a roar of propellers suddenly came from the sky; by the sound they could tell at least four or five helicopters were approaching.

Yang Shao casually said, "Dad, you called in helicopters to help search? Isn't that a bit showy?"

Yang Laoer was a little stunned.

He had thought his son had summoned them.

The roar drew nearer rapidly.

In a short while, six armed helicopters arrived over the forest, then quickly descended to a height almost brushing the treetops.

Immediately, ropes were dropped.

One after another, fully armed special police descended in a line.

Yang Laoer and Yang Shao had never seen such a display; they stood rooted, staring in amazement.

About a hundred of their subordinates also halted their search, looking up with wide eyes.

"What's going on..."

"A special police drill?"

"But if it's a drill, they'd have cleared the area beforehand, right? We didn't see any notice."

"So it's not a drill?"

"If it's not a drill, what else could it be—an actual arrest? What kind of person would make the police deploy such a massive force?"

"..."

Listening to his subordinates' chatter, Yang Laoer suddenly turned pale, "Bad! They're coming after us!"

Yang Shao watched with fascination as the special police landed and hurried toward them, exclaiming, "They're really damn cool."

"Run!" Yang Laoer yanked his son's arm and sprinted with all his might.

Knowing the terrain intimately, they took a hidden shortcut and fled out of the forest.

Being older, Yang Laoer could only run a few minutes before his legs gave out; he leaned against a tree, panting like a bull.

"Dad... wh-what's... why the sudden run?" Yang Shao gasped, puzzled, "Weren't those helicopters and special police called by you for help?"

Yang Laoer turned ashen, "Your damn drug effect hasn't worn off yet? Since when do I have the power to summon special police? You really think that name of your elder uncle lets you act like a local tyrant in Xinghan City?"

Yang Shao, clearly still under the drug's effect, grinned crazily, "So... why are we running? They couldn't possibly be here to catch us, right? It's like an anti‑aircraft gun shooting at a mosquito... hehe."

"Hands on your head! Don't move!" a harsh command shouted suddenly.

The father and son shivered in fear, turned, and saw a group of armed special police ten meters behind them.

"Run!" Yang Laoer pushed his son, then charged toward the special police himself.

Yang Shao froze for half a second, then, without thinking, rolled and crawled, continuing to flee out of the forest.

Yang Laoer's action was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

A few rapid gunshots rang out—bang, bang.

The Bullet struck both of his legs precisely.

He staggered, fell to the ground, and was quickly restrained by the special police and handcuffed.

"Let go of me... let go!"

Yang Laoer, enduring excruciating pain, struggled with all his might, trying to lift his head to watch his son's silhouette fading among the trees.

He didn't expect to actually break free; he just hoped this would buy his son more time to escape.

Bang!

A muffled thud.

A special police officer struck the back of his head with a gunstock, knocking him out.

Yang Shao ran for his life out of the forest, thinking he had escaped the pursuit, but the moment he emerged, special police who had already surrounded the area pinned him to the ground, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.

…

Soon, Old Yang's side received a report.

The special police task force successfully arrested Yang Laoer and his son, along with nearly a hundred of their subordinates present, none of whom escaped.

Old Yang, relieved, exhaled a breath of foul air, said, "Now I can rest easy," then his vision went black and he fainted.

He was already injured.

His wounds were far more serious than they appeared.

On top of that, the severe mental blow from losing his only two remaining close relatives left him unable to endure.

The accompanying staff immediately took him to a hospital.

Ning Jinli finally had free time and could make a trip to the city police station.

Several hours have passed since the alarm was raised about the antique shop incident, and she still hasn't received a call from Wu Sanye.

She guessed the person might still be at the station giving a statement, and coincidentally the city police station had been fully taken over by the Project Team arranged by Old Yang, so she decided to go herself to take a look; if necessary, she could also provide testimony.

Inside the police station interrogation room.

Yang Laoer and Yang Zhengxing each received questioning by the Project Team.

Yang Laoer remained silent in this interrogation room, while his son shouted and flailed in the other interrogation room.

"Don't you know who I am?! Still interrogating me? Call your superior!"

Yang Zhengxing was still so arrogant because he thought his uncle was still missing, and rather than confess outright, it was better to keep using his uncle's name as a shield.

What can the Project Team do; can its rank be higher than his uncle's?

"Our superior has no time to see you right now," the interrogator said, a hint of looking at a fool in his eyes.

That fool still doesn't realize that the person he's after is his own uncle.

Yang Shao lifted his chin and blurted arrogantly, "On what grounds did you arrest me? Who sent you here! Do you know that everyone in this station, from top to bottom, must treat me politely?!"

The interrogator said calmly, "Regarding this matter, we will also conduct the appropriate investigation on them. You'd better honestly explain your own issue."

"What could be my problem?" Yang Shao sneered. "Then tell me what I did, and produce the evidence. Don't tell me I can't even play with a Shotgun; I have the proper permit."

The interrogator remained calm, "It's fine if you're being stubborn; we have plenty of time to wear you out."

Yang Shao dismissed, "Then keep wearing me out; I, the young master, am not short of time."

At this moment, Ning Jinli had arrived at the police station.

She stated her purpose to the Project Team Leader.

The other party immediately inquired for her about the previous antique shop incident, and the result surprised her.

"What? It was already closed? The people were released?!"

"Miss Ning, we have discovered that the staff here were seriously derelict; regarding the antique shop case, we will handle it again."

Ning Jinli asked in detail again, learning that Liu Zong and Su Qiang's group had been personally protected by Yang Zhengxing, and they had even emerged earlier than Wu Sanye, the victim, giving her an ominous foreboding.

In such a situation, Third Uncle should have contacted her the moment he left the station.

But there has been no word up to now.

It can only mean that Third Uncle met an accident; the odds are grim!