Chapter 69: Deliver a Performance Report to Zhu Yuan

“Don’t… move…?!”

The passerby A had just pulled out his pistol and hadn’t yet aimed when a gunshot echoed through the alley; a blinding flash erupted to his right, an overwhelming force violently jerking his entire arm, causing his hand to instinctively release the pistol.

“Bang—!”

It hit the ground with a crisp metallic clang, a small crater smoking faintly green on its surface.

“Though shooting is my talent, close combat is what I truly enjoy.” Ye Qingfeng released his hand from over Anbi’s eyes, placed the other on his neck, producing a series of cracking sounds, and tauntingly beckoned the passerby A with a finger, “Come on?”

Ye Qingfeng instantly pulled out a pistol from his spatial backpack and fired, then swiftly returned it—clearly unwilling to let anyone know he was the one who shot.

As for why… it’s simple!

If it were just Ding Ni, that might be manageable—but now one wants to harm Anbi, and the other is armed with a gun.

There’s no way we’re letting them off so easily! And we can even deliver a major performance report to Zhu Yuan!

Hey! Who’re you calling a clever little thing?

The passerby A’s body trembled uncontrollably as he slowly lifted his head toward Ye Qingfeng—only to find, to his shock, that there was no pistol in his hand.

His first instinct was to turn and run, but then he realized: fleeing would only make things more dangerous!

If he didn’t fire that shot, then there must be another sniper nearby—or worse, someone with a marksman targeting him?!

Either he’s a high-ranking Young Master accompanied by a sniper bodyguard, or a top official protected by a cold-eyed sniper!

Either way, he can’t afford to provoke them—but he leans toward the second possibility.

Sure, he’s just a lowly thug, but he’s sharp in these situations—otherwise he wouldn’t be the leader of the two.

Without hesitation, the passerby A dropped to his knees with a thud. “Big brother! I’m sorry!”

Anbi: “......”

“Alright, grab your partner and follow me!”

Ye Qingfeng pulled Anbi toward the alley entrance; the passerby A obediently stepped aside, pressing himself flat against the wall.

As soon as Ye Qingfeng passed him, he sprinted over and dragged passerby B’s leg behind them.

If he tried to run now, they’d definitely kill him—between a bullet to the head and prison, he chose the latter without hesitation.

Ye Qingfeng led Anbi out of the alley into the sunlight, and turned to see a medical clinic beside them—he immediately pulled her inside.

An elderly man nearing sixty looked up as they entered. “What’s the matter?”

“She’s hurt her hand! Doctor, please check her quickly!”

Ye Qingfeng dragged Anbi to the doctor’s desk, shoved her into the chair, and grabbed her wrist, placing it on the table with urgent urgency.

“Let me see… Young man, calm down.” The old man immediately put on his reading glasses and examined Anbi’s dorsal hand.

Ye Qingfeng appeared frantic, while Anbi, the injured one, showed complete indifference.

“How is it?”

Seeing the old man remain silent for too long, Ye Qingfeng asked again, impatiently.

“Luckily, you came in time.”

!!!

Ye Qingfeng’s heart shot into his throat—how could this be…? Could it be…? Is it really that serious?!

“Otherwise, the wound would’ve healed completely.”

The old man took a breath and continued.

Ye Qingfeng: ?......

Anbi: ⊙ω⊙

The old man sighed faintly, picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and dabbed it gently over Anbi’s hand—where the wound had nearly vanished.

Then he waved them off dismissively, muttering softly, “Today’s youth...”

In the end, Ye Qingfeng pulled a bag of tea from the shopping bag, placed it on the desk with a pained expression, and led Anbi out of the clinic.

So awkward...

As soon as they stepped outside, they saw passerby A standing at the door, with a body lying at his feet—no doubt passerby B, his yellow hair unmistakable.

“Anbi, carry these back. I’ll call the Public Security Bureau.” Ye Qingfeng ignored both men, handing Anbi the two bags. “Wait here for them. You and Nico handle lunch yourselves.”

When she insisted on bringing the groceries to the clinic, he’d already stashed most of the contents in his spatial backpack—now the bags weighed at least a third less, the remainder being vegetables, fruit, and meat.

“Mm.”

Anbi picked up both bags and walked away without looking back.

Ye Qingfeng dialed Zhu Yuan’s number. Contacting someone he knew was better than calling the Public Security Bureau directly—he’d be attending that drill in the afternoon anyway, so he might as well go with them.

“No objections, right?” As he waited for the call to connect, Ye Qingfeng smirked at passerby A. “Or do you want to try running?”

“N...no... I wouldn’t dare...”

Passerby A’s head sank even lower, his voice trembling faintly.

He knew full well which was worse: turning himself in or being arrested! And with that unseen sniper still threatening his life, he couldn’t wait to get inside the Public Security Bureau—at least there he’d be safe.

He was desperate to get inside.

“Heh...”

Ye Qingfeng chuckled softly, about to say more—when Zhu Yuan answered the call.

At the Public Security Bureau—

Thinking of meeting Ye Qingfeng in the afternoon, Zhu Yuan’s work enthusiasm surged; her face often wore a faint smile.

Though compared to Qingyi’s rare smiles, Zhu Yuan usually displayed polite, standard smiles to citizens and colleagues.

Thus, whether in the bureau or among the public, she was immensely popular.

Her past smiles were merely courteous—but now, her smile never faded, like a blooming lily, joy overflowing from her eyes, filling the air around her with cheer.

Sitting across from Zhu Yuan, Qingyi leisurely sipped tea. How fortunate to have a capable, proactive colleague!

Thinking this, Qingyi leaned back, eyes half-closed, basking in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window.

If she weren’t a robot, she’d already be napping face-down on her desk!

“Zhu Yuan?”

Qingyi called lazily.

“What is it, Senior Qingyi? I can’t brew tea for you now.”

Zhu Yuan kept typing without looking up—she needed to finish this week’s work and her speech draft before tomorrow’s security drill.

She also had to rehearse for the drill this afternoon, so she had only this morning to complete everything!

(If Monica shows up later, will Billy get N......)

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