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"Brake failure?" Xu Yanhui was taken aback. Remembering Mo Ming's earlier attitude, she felt a surge of anger and said, "You say it failed, but what evidence do you have? Are you planning to wait until your car is pulled out before verifying if that's true?"
"Hey, I already told you, stop thinking like that!"
Mo Ming shook his head helplessly at Xu Yanhui. Seeing that she was about to explode, he continued, "Do you really think any street racer is crazy enough to drive straight into the sea? Just go check the area near where the car went in to see if there are any scratch marks; it's really that simple!"
"Who are you calling stupid?" Xu Yanhui could no longer suppress her urge to punch Mo Ming. She slammed her hand on the table and stood up, pointing at him. "I know that much, but it doesn't prove you're not racing! A brake failure could happen during a race. So tell me, do you still think you're innocent?"
"Fine, let's pretend I never said anything."
Mo Ming looked exasperated. It seemed this female officer was determined to make things difficult for him. "Miss, do you have any more questions? If not, just go ahead and do your job—fine me, revoke my license, whatever you want. I just want to get back to sleep."
"Sleep?" Xu Yanhui scoffed. "You wish! Tonight, I'm keeping you here to give a statement and take notes!"
"Miss, I really don't mind." Mo Ming shrugged. "I'm not worth this trouble for you. Seriously, think about your future—are you really going to give it up for me?"
"You... do you think I'm afraid?"
"How would I know if you're afraid or not? But does it really matter? Whether you're brave or not doesn't need my input." Mo Ming looked around the Interrogation Room and chuckled, "Hey, if I have a beautiful lady like you keeping me company here all night, I wouldn't complain at all; I won't report you."
Xu Yanhui felt like she was about to explode with anger. During her late-night shift, she received a report and rushed over only to catch Mo Ming coming out of the sea. After questioning him for so long, her already exhausted mood was pushed to the brink.
Dealing with someone like Mo Ming was truly beyond her capabilities; she just wanted someone skilled to come and handle him!
At that moment, the door of the Interrogation Room swung open.
A middle-aged man appeared in Mo Ming's line of sight. He was dressed in traffic police uniform and clearly held a higher rank than Xu Yanhui. Mo Ming recognized him as the Traffic Police Captain.
"Guo Division!"
The person who arrived was Traffic Police Captain, Guo Mingyi. Upon seeing him, Xu Yanhui immediately stood up, a glimmer of joy flashing in her eyes. Finally, a capable person had come to deal with Mo Ming, this troublemaker; how could she not be happy?
Xu Yanhui glared fiercely at Mo Ming and said, "Guo Division, he is..."
"Hey, Xiao Xu, no need to say anything. I already know," Guo Division interrupted Xu Yanhui with a smile, looking at Mo Ming. "Young Master Ming, I've already understood your situation. It's nothing serious; you can leave."
"Hehe, then thank you very much, Guo Division." Mo Ming smiled at Xu Yanhui and made a gesture to leave. "Beautiful lady, I can't keep you company tonight. I'll take my leave first. Enjoy your long and lonely night!"
Xu Yanhui was furious but helpless. Since Guo Mingyi had spoken to let Mo Ming go, she couldn't stop him and could only watch as he left, stomping her feet in frustration.
"How can he just walk away like this? It's infuriating!"
"Xiao Xu, calm down. Let's not bring this up again," Guo Mingyi said seriously. "Do you know who just called me and asked me not to make things difficult for him?"
"I don't know." Xu Yanhui dared not guess her superior's thoughts and shook her head.
"He's not simple. To have the mayor call me to ask for a favor on his behalf is something I can't refuse. You know that Mayor Fu never asks for favors from anyone, but he did this for him; that's impressive."
"Well, that guy really is something." Xu Yanhui felt a bit better knowing that Fu Meng never went through the back door for anyone else. The fact that he would do so for Mo Ming indicated a close relationship.
"Yes, I've heard a bit about Mo Ming. He was the one who received the Good Citizen Award. Also, he was involved in the incident at the Phoenix Grand Hotel, where they captured the bandits. It doesn't seem strange that Mayor Fu would help him." As he walked away, Guo Mingyi reminded them again, "Since there were no casualties in this incident, there's no need to include it in the report."
"I understand what to do."
Xu Yanhui wasn't foolish; someone like him shouldn't be offended easily. If she had known earlier that Mo Ming had the backing of Mayor Fu, her tone would have been much more restrained. After all, she had been a traffic officer for many years and had seen enough of the world to know who should not be crossed.
When Mo Ming came out of the Traffic Police Unit, it was already past five o'clock. The streets were empty and eerily quiet; there were no sports cars, all his cash was soaked, and even his phone had succumbed to a dead battery.
He could only hope that his bank card still worked!
"Life isn't meant to end like this; I don't want to run home!"
Mo Ming forced a bitter smile as he withdrew a stack of cash from the bank's ATM. At least that brought him some comfort. Yesterday and today had been a series of unfortunate events, and all he wanted was to quickly take a taxi home and get some sleep.
After walking several blocks, it seemed like all the drivers had gone home to their wives; not a single taxi was in sight. Frustrated, Mo Ming continued walking until he finally saw the glow of headlights.
"Damn it, life isn't meant to end like this! I thought I really had to walk back!" A glimmer of joy appeared in Mo Ming's eyes as he waved at the car, but the driver completely ignored him and sped past.
"…"
Mo Ming felt utterly hopeless. It seemed that fate had decided to keep misfortune close by; even drinking water would probably lead to trouble!
At that moment, he heard a phone ringing from a nearby telephone booth.
"Is that… a phone ringing?" Mo Ming looked over but saw no one around. However, the ringing was definitely coming from the booth. He didn't believe in ghosts or anything supernatural, so instead of feeling scared, he felt slightly curious.
It was strange that someone would be calling at this hour. Without thinking too much about it, Mo Ming walked over and answered the phone without saying anything first.
"Shura, we're about to start playing now…!" The voice was all too familiar; it was none other than Hebrew, that crazy dog!
Upon hearing this, Mo Ming's weary heart immediately went on high alert. Just as the voice finished speaking, he dove out of the telephone booth. At that moment, a hole appeared in the booth; if he had hesitated for even a second longer, he might have met his end right there.
Based on past experience, Mo Ming quickly identified the general location of Hebrew. Without the chance to think too much, Mo Ming rolled several times and reached a place of cover.
"Damn it, does this guy plan to treat me like a pet?"
Mo Ming felt a bit angry. If Hebrew really intended to kill him, that shot earlier, without any warning from his phone, would have surely meant death for Mo Ming. However, it seemed that Hebrew had no such intention; it was as if he was just toying with Mo Ming.
Indeed, Mo Ming felt helpless against a hidden assassin, especially someone like Hebrew, the top-ranked assassin in the industry. It wasn’t difficult for him to kill someone. In the past, Mo Ming didn’t have a fixed place to stay, making it impossible for Hebrew to play with him like this.
But now, he found himself in an awkward situation. Mo Ming felt frustrated and helpless as he was being led around by the nose. Yet, the fighting spirit in his eyes had not diminished at all; instead, a hint of anger flashed through.
"Hmph, Hebrew, since you want to play a sniping game, I’ll accompany you to the end!"
Using the terrain to his advantage, Mo Ming quickly moved from one piece of cover to another. Just as he was about to dash forward, a bullet whizzed past his ear. Fortunately, Mo Ming was fast enough; otherwise, not just his ear but his brain could have been blown apart.
Taking cover behind another obstacle, Mo Ming leaned against it with a slight smile on his face. He glanced in the direction he had just moved from and said, "Three o'clock direction!"
……
On a building of moderate height, a person lay flat on the ground in a standard position, motionless as he aimed through the scope at a specific direction—exactly where Mo Ming was hiding. This person was Hebrew.
"Hehe, Shura, as long as you dare to poke your head out, I swear to God that this time I will first shoot your legs."
However, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement from Mo Ming's side.
"Is he planning to hide there forever?" Hebrew frowned and said. "If that's the case, tonight's activity won't be fun at all. Shura, I hope you don't make me bored."
After patiently waiting for some more time without seeing any movement from Mo Ming, Hebrew became a bit angry. He slammed his hand on the ground and cursed, "Damn it! When did this guy Shura become so cowardly?"
Originally, a sniper, especially an assassin, should have their first lesson be Patience. For Hebrew, Patience was something he had for others, but when it came to Mo Ming, the man who had nearly cost him his life, he was eager to see Mo Ming in a predicament, so his Patience was wearing thin.
Through the scope, Hebrew looked and still saw no movement from Mo Ming. A flicker of disappointment and helplessness crossed his eyes as he sighed, "Boring. It's almost dawn; it seems my plan to hunt my prey will have to wait until next time..."
Just as Hebrew spoke, he suddenly felt a strong wind rushing from behind. His first reaction was to roll aside while keeping his sniper rifle steady in place.
"Shura, hmph, I really let my guard down. I should have known you were cunning; you wouldn't give up so easily. You truly haven't disappointed me!" Upon seeing that it was Mo Ming, Hebrew narrowed his eyes into a dangerous arc and smiled lightly.
To get behind Hebrew, Mo Ming had crawled away earlier and only stood up at a distance before quickly running toward Hebrew's position. He finally arrived!
"Likewise, I seem to have grown accustomed to a leisurely life, and my vigilance has seriously declined. Otherwise, if you want to ambush me, you might as well go back and sleep for ten years!" Mo Ming replied with a faint smile at Hebrew, then continued, "Let's settle our grievances here. Don't leave; I'll send you to where you truly belong!"
This was high-level sarcasm; what Mo Ming meant was that Hebrew deserved to die. Hebrew immediately caught on, anger lacing his words as he said, "That place isn't suitable for me; it's more fitting for you. Shura, do you want to keep me here?"
"Stay!"
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