Ye Chen lay collapsed on the ground, his body like a battered sack, every twitch followed by dark red blood foam spilling from his mouth. The searing pain from his dantian nearly tore his consciousness apart, his internal qi rampaging like a wild horse, slamming madly through his meridians until they felt on the verge of shattering.
He was the Young Master of the Dragon King Hall, a man favored by destiny. How could he possibly lose to a piece of trash like Qin Xiao? Humiliation and murderous intent twisted together in his dim eyes as he struggled to rise, intent on tearing the man who had shamed him into pieces.
A cold handcuff clicked shut around his wrist. Several uniformed figures strode in quickly, skillfully forcing the struggling Ye Chen face-down on the floor.
The shrill wail of police sirens grew from distant to near, red and blue lights flashing through the bar’s broken windows, casting an eerie glow over the wrecked dance floor. The crowd instinctively split apart, leaving a clear path.
Footsteps sounded—steady, unhurried, with a distinct rhythm. A figure walked in against the light, instantly drawing every gaze.
She wore a crisp police uniform, the epaulets on her shoulders catching faint light. Even the standard-issue outfit couldn’t hide her striking figure, especially the full curves of her chest that rose and fell with her steps. Without a cap, her short, neat hair framed a face radiating heroic beauty. Her eagle-sharp eyes swept quickly across the scene, pausing briefly on Ye Chen’s crumpled, twitching form before shifting to Qin Xiao, who was slumped against the bar, battered but still upright.
“Police,” her cool voice rang out—not loud, yet carrying unquestionable authority. “We received a report of a serious group fight here.”
There was no need to show credentials; her uniform and presence were proof enough. Officers behind her swiftly moved to restrain Ye Chen, forcing him down and locking the cuffs with another sharp click—declaring the once-arrogant Young Master of the Dragon King Hall a prisoner. Ye Chen growled like a beast, bloodshot eyes locked on Qin Xiao, his venomous glare almost tangible.
The female officer’s gaze returned to Qin Xiao. “You, and him,” she pointed toward Ye Chen, “are coming with me to the station to give statements.”
Qin Xiao drew in half a breath, a stabbing pain in his chest halting him. Raising a bloodstained hand, he gestured. “Officer, wait a moment.”
Ignoring her probing look, he pushed off the bar and staggered to his feet. Every movement made his bones protest. Step by step, he moved toward the unconscious figure curled on the sofa in the corner—Gu Siqing.
His fingers twitched, gathering a faint, almost imperceptible surge of internal energy. It was a minor effect from the [Divine Doctor] skill he had just obtained from the system—barely enough, but just what was needed.
Holding his breath and fighting the dizziness from his injuries, he pressed precise points on Gu Siqing’s neck and shoulders. Though gentle to the eye, the effort drained what little strength he had left.
When he finished, he exhaled slowly, his vision going dark for a moment.
Gu Siqing’s long lashes fluttered, like someone surfacing from deep water. Her eyes opened slowly, at first blank and dazed, tinged with the drug’s residue. Light made her squint and blink, her gaze drifting until it fixed on Qin Xiao.
His face was bruised and swollen, blood still at the corner of his mouth, his clothes torn and filthy with barely a clean spot left—like he had just crawled off a battlefield. Only his eyes, in the dim light, still held a calm, unnerving depth.
“You… how are you…” She seemed unsure whether to ask why he was here or how he’d been injured so badly. In the end, it became, “Who… who did this to you?”
Her gaze swept over his wounds, her brows knitting tight. The icy distance she once showed was gone, replaced with confusion, shock, and a trace of concern she herself might not have noticed.
She tried to sit up, urgency and a faint tremor in her voice.
Shen Xingling stepped over, speaking in an official tone. “Miss Gu, this man and that one,” she gestured toward the escorted Ye Chen, “were fighting here. We need to take them to the station for questioning.”
Gu Siqing glanced toward Ye Chen’s retreating figure, her eyes turning cold as ice, filled with unhidden hatred. When she looked back at Qin Xiao, the coldness melted into deep worry and pity, though she said nothing.
“Let’s go,” Shen Xingling urged impatiently. She had no fondness for Qin Xiao, a notorious rich playboy in the capital, and seeing him in a fight only reinforced her impression.
Qin Xiao’s gaze lingered on her for a moment. Shen Xingling—the police bureau’s famed ice beauty—looked even more striking in uniform. He had to admit, in terms of appearance and figure, she was exceptional.
The thought had barely passed when warm liquid suddenly flowed from his nose. Qin Xiao instinctively touched it—his fingers came away sticky and red. His brow twitched. Was this from his internal injuries during the fight, or had the system saddled him with some ridiculous effect like [Opposite-Sex Gaze Overload (Side Effect: Random Bleeding)]? In his mind, he could already see Yun Yiyi’s clueless face fumbling through an explanation.
Shen Xingling’s sharp eyes missed nothing. She noticed him wiping his nose, then her gaze flicked briefly over herself, following his earlier line of sight. The change in her frosty face was instant—color rising from her neck to her ears.
The unexpected reaction caught her off guard. A flicker of panic and irritation crossed her eyes before she quickly looked away, her heartbeat skipping. Heat rushed into her chest. This bastard… Injured like this, and still staring! What are you looking at? Look again and I’ll cuff you!
Forcing down the strange feeling, she kept her expression composed, though her tone was sharper and faster than before, laced with an edge of coquettish annoyance she didn’t notice herself. She lifted a foot and gave his shin a light kick—so light it felt more petulant than threatening.
“What are you looking at? Hurry up and move!”
Qin Xiao staggered from the kick, nearly losing his balance. The nosebleed worsened, and he clamped a hand over it, inwardly cursing. What was this? Not only did he fail to save the beauty, he was about to be hauled in like a thug.
“Officer, I…” He started to explain, but Shen Xingling cut him off without hesitation.
“Enough talk! Save it for the station!” Her words were firm, but her gaze wandered, never meeting his eyes.
“Hss…” Qin Xiao drew a breath, while speaking to the system in his mind. “Yiyi, this busty policewoman… she’s part of Ye Chen’s harem, isn’t she?”
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Qin Xiao understood at once. “Of course. With looks and a body like that, who else but the Dragon King’s women?”
Police sirens wailed as the car pulled away from the noisy bar.
At the municipal police bureau, interrogation room—Qin Xiao and Ye Chen were taken to separate rooms.
Under the harsh white light, Shen Xingling sat across from Qin Xiao, pen and notebook in hand, her expression stern. “Name.”
“Qin Xiao.”
“Occupation.”
“Unemployed freeloader,” Qin Xiao replied without shame.
Her pen paused mid-stroke. She looked up at him, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes, then asked, “Why were you fighting in the bar?”
Qin Xiao spread his hands innocently, giving the explanation he had prepared. “Officer, I was saving someone.”
“I saw Mr. Ye drugging Miss Gu Siqing with bad intentions. I couldn’t just watch, so I stepped in. That’s when the fight started.”
He left out the part about being beaten half to death before his counterattack, focusing instead on his heroic motive. “I just wanted to save Gu Siqing, nothing else.”
Shen Xingling’s pen stopped. Her eyes locked on his, sharp and searching. “But Ye Chen says it was you who drugged Miss Gu.”
Qin Xiao’s lips curved into a knowing, mocking smile. “Oh? He said that? And does he have any proof?”
Leaning forward slightly, his voice stayed calm and clear. “Officer, you can check Ye Chen’s phone. If I’m right, the chats or call records with the thugs he hired to drug her should still be there. Someone like him—arrogant and overconfident—probably wouldn’t even bother to delete such ‘insignificant’ evidence.”