Chapter 293: Brothers Who Move Forward Without Looking Back

Around 8 p. m., the interrogation ended.

The next step is to prepare to apprehend Gao Peng.

Lin Dongfan had just walked out of the hospital gates when he received a message from Wang Minlan: "What you want, I have found it. Tonight my sister is not at home, come over quickly."

What you want!

Without a doubt, these five words refer to Wang Minjuan's criminal evidence.

Yesterday, no one answered Wang Minlan's phone calls, and my messages went unanswered; now have you seen the light? Decided to cut off all ties and want to serve the people?

This made Lin Dongfan quite puzzled; he always felt something was off, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong for a moment.

Yang Qing suddenly turned and shouted, "Move your ass, are you coming or not?"

"Look for yourself."

Lin Dongfan directly handed his phone to Yang Qing.

Last night, while eating late-night snacks, Yang Qing had already heard Lin Dongfan explain the true identity of Xiao Lanzi; the three Wang sisters are all no easy lights.

Upon seeing this message on Lin Dongfan's phone,

Yang Qing burst out with profanity: "Holy shit! This woman has no brain? Sweet-talked by a scumbag, she not only rushes to open a room with the scumbag, but even dares to sell out her own sister."

"This proves something."

"What does it prove?"

"Give you five million, and you'd still suffer a perfect defeat at the matchmaking event; this proves you are truly incapable, a total waste, only indulging in sour-grape mentality, wildly jealous of me."

"I'm incapable? Damn hilarious, am I lacking your length or your girth?"

"If you can, then go ahead."

"Go after whom?"

"Nonsense, it's your first love's sister; she's now arranging for you to get the evidence."

"I get it, you damn want to be a turtle pulling its head in."

"Bullshit."

"Stop being a stubborn dead turtle, come clean— that day you brought the trouble‑maker to open a room, did you sleep with her? You're afraid she'll cling to you, so you're avoiding her, not daring to fetch even the crucial evidence."

"The wind's loud, I didn't catch that— what are you saying?"

"Speak the truth."

"What truth?"

"I really want to spit a mouthful of old phlegm to kill you, damn it—I'm asking you! That day you took Wang Minlan to open a room, did you sleep with her or not?"

"Guess."

"I guess your grandpa, speak plainly."

"Young master won't say, just to piss you off."

"Go die, you."

Yang Qing stalked off like a professionally trained stray dog, striding away; as long as there are bones in this world, he resolutely refuses to lick millet fields.

"Yes."

In Yang Qing's eyes, Lin Dongfan, who deliberately whets people's appetites, is a lump of millet field— damn! He constantly disgusts people, yet you can't step on him; whoever steps on him is an idiot.

Yang Qing grumbled as he walked: "I can be absolutely certain you definitely slept with Wang Minlan, and now you're hoping I'll come help you wipe your ass."

"Seeing you so unhappy, this Section Chief is quite pleased." Lin Dongfan smiled, lit a cigarette, and walked toward the parking lot, saying, "You say there's no chance you guessed wrong?"

"No way." Yang Qing brimmed with confidence, laying out his record: "I've had six or seven years of criminal investigation experience, never made a misjudgment; you definitely slept with Wang Minlan."

"I'm talking about that message— can't you think of something serious?" Lin Dongfan scoffed: "How did Wang Minlan suddenly turn righteous and kill her kin? This might be a trap."

"You know nothing." Yang Qing flung open the car door, got in, and continued to retort: "Precisely because you slept with her, it activated her love‑brain, so she righteously abandoned her kin— no problem. Go flip through history; aren't there few cases of abandoning parents for a lover and eloping? Love‑brain, toxic."

"Damn, a waste who can't get a wife after 110 matchmaking attempts, now pretending to be a women's psychology expert— truly shameless." While they chatted, Lin Dongfan had already fastened his seatbelt.

Yang Qing also started the car: "I look down on women precisely because I've seen through their psychology; you know nothing."

"Since you're so confident, if you don't believe this is a trap, then go in later." Lin Dongfan smiled: "If you end up with three longs and two shorts, don't blame me; at most I'll burn a couple extra paper maids for you at the Ghost Festival."

"You might as well burn a heap of aircraft, cannons, and atomic bombs for me."

"Don't want a maid?"

"Calling you two, you're truly dim-witted; if I had aircraft, cannons, and atomic bombs, I could blast King Yama so he loses his north, then the whole underworld would be mine— still afraid of lacking a maid?"

"Damn, I didn't expect you to have this ambition."

"Didn't Gao Lu say? The underworld is a low‑dimensional world. I can't stir up storms in the three‑dimensional world, so going to a low‑dimensional world I still can't be arrogant? That makes no sense."

"Go die, I'll send you weapons— more than enough."

"Then hold on tight."

Yang Qing stomped the accelerator, and the speed instantly shot up to the realm of rushing to be reborn, but his next stop was not the Bridge of Forgetfulness—it was Green Bamboo Ridge Holiday Village.

The trip originally required more than half an hour.

It took just over twenty minutes.

The lights of the Wang family grand villa were on, and the big iron gate at the courtyard entrance stood open.

This heightened Lin Dongfan's doubts; he recalled that last time he came here to arrest Xiao Yunce and Wang Minjuan, someone had been stationed at the gate.

Today there was none, which rather gave the feeling of "luring the guest into the jar".

Lin Dongfan reminded Yang Qing: "The situation is off, really off; maybe this truly is a pit dug by Wang Minjuan— did you bring a gun?"

"I'm really at a loss for words with you." Yang Qing muttered while unfastening his seatbelt: "You keep insisting this is a trap— just don't want to go in, wanting to avoid Wang Minlan? Since I've accompanied you here today, I will definitely help you wipe your ass without hesitation; don't be nervous, just wait here."

"No, I really feel something's off." Lin Dongfan said: "There's something you might not know— Wang Minjuan knows martial arts; I'm not talking about performance‑style martial arts, but genuine killing techniques."

"She's just a businessman with the strength to truss a chicken."

"Truss your grandpa's chicken— her arm bears a tattoo of a black dragon, I'm not joking. Did you bring a gun or not? If not, first observe, scout out the reality, then go in."

Damn nonsense, it's just a woman? I alone can take on ten.

Yang Qing couldn't be bothered to waste more words with Lin Dongfan; after speaking, he pushed open the door and got out of the car, heading toward the Wang family's inner courtyard. With that stride, even nine oxen and two tigers couldn't hold him back.

At this moment, Lin Dongfan felt both speechless and helpless.

Worried that Yang Qing might fall into a pit.

Lin Dongfan also hurriedly got out of the car, first opened the trunk, found a large auto wrench, and took the wrench for self-defense.

Although Lin Dongfan had never seen Wang Minjuan in action,

However, after investigating Wang Minjuan's family background, he also dared not underestimate her. The case files showed that Wang Minjuan had been criminally detained at age sixteen.

The reason was that she broke someone's ribs in a KTV, and she alone, without a scratch, flung over a dozen yellow-haired youths.

Back then she was only sixteen!

A dozen or so yellow-haired youths swarmed forward, swinging fists and kicking, grabbing makeshift weapons; such a siege formation, even if I encountered it today, Lin Dongfan would not be confident of escaping unharmed.