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Lin Yuan opened the door, and the light from the bedroom illuminated the two people still lying on the floor. He had tied them up with the sash from his hotel robe. Of course, Hu Die couldn't move her legs or feet, so he didn't have to exert much effort.
Casually stuffing a towel into the woman's mouth, Lin Yuan quickly found a mobile phone. There was only one contact saved in it.
Qing She?
If that were the case, then Hu Die should not be Hu Die but rather a butterfly.
The butterfly watched as Lin Yuan took out her phone, thinking she could effortlessly complete this task, only to find herself captured by someone from Orange's side.
She looked at him coldly.
The phone displayed her location; if Qing She noticed something was off, she would not let this person go. It finally dawned on her why Mr. Fang was so eager to take action against him.
Without any hesitation, even though it was the early hours of the morning, Lin Yuan pressed the number.
The phone rang only once before being answered.
What is it?
The voice on the other end was hoarse, clearly someone who was about to fall asleep.
Lin Yuan replied, "It's nothing much; I just wanted to inform you that Hu Die has been captured."
The unfamiliar voice made Qing She, still lying in bed, suddenly open her eyes wide, like a snake sensing danger with its pupils constricting.
This voice did not belong to Hu Die.
Who are you?
If another force had set their sights on Hu Die, then it would be a matter of paying off this debt.
Lin Yuan spoke plainly. "Haven't you always been trying to take me down? How come you can't even recognize my voice now?"
Lin Yuan?
Qing She had only intended to make a move in secret and hadn't expected the other party to come knocking so soon. However, after a moment of simple reflection, she calmed down again.
She had no substantial evidence against Hu Die; even if her disguise was stripped away, it would merely reveal an unrelated face. If Lin Yuan wanted to investigate, let him do so. Time would eventually reveal everything.
After all, we are law-abiding citizens; it wouldn't be right for the police to say such things, would it? You should know that well enough.
Lin Yuan responded nonchalantly. "The reason I'm calling you is that I want to propose an exchange."
"I know that the person behind Haishi isn't you. If you tell me their information, I can give you some time to escape. What do you think?"
"Are you joking with me?" Qing She didn't see this as a threat.
Hu Die wasn't involved in many matters; even if she were, they were mostly overseas. "Lin Yuan, you should worry about yourself."
From now on, you need to pay attention.
Lin Yuan expressionlessly removed the towel from the butterfly's mouth, and his words made him feel quite uncomfortable.
Ahhh! Qing She!
The butterfly's anguished cries came through the phone, quickly replaced by a sobbing whimper. Lin Yuan stuffed the towel back in again.
Silence fell on the other end.
He spoke up:
Since you don't agree to this exchange, let's change it. I want access to all types of drugs in Haishi right now. You should be able to manage that, right? If you can't, I have a feeling there are still some things to dig out from this woman’s mouth. What do you think?
Lin Yuan didn't believe their relationship was unbreakable. In fact, reality aligned with his thoughts. Qing She could only guarantee that the butterfly wouldn't betray him in the short term, but over time, that assurance would fade.
How much do you want?
In the end, he compromised. He had thought that someone like Lin Yuan wouldn’t take matters into his own hands; he would just send someone else. He never expected Lin Yuan could be so ruthless.
Lin Yuan smiled and glanced at the woman on the floor.
Didn’t I say? All of it.
Just wait for me.
He closed the door, cutting off the outside world, then dragged a chair in front of the butterfly and sat down.
So coming here alone means there are things to discuss.
You heard what was said earlier, right? Speak up; it’ll save you some suffering.
From his earlier actions, the butterfly could tell that he was definitely capable of using severe torture methods. They belonged to the same system; there were plenty of ways to inflict pain.
Thinking about how those involved in the case had died, hesitation flickered in her eyes. If she spoke now, all her previous efforts would be in vain.
They won’t plan much for you, will they? Can you really guarantee that those two won’t kill you once you're out?
Lin Yuan wasn’t in a hurry for an answer; he merely reminded her. A long-term cooperative relationship couldn’t change because of a few words between them, but if Qing She remained inactive for too long, betrayal would eventually come.
Regardless of whether they would kill me or not, at least I won’t die right now, will I?
Even while enduring pain, the butterfly still refused to speak.
I admire your attitude.
Just stay here for now; someone will come to get you soon.
Lin Yuan sent a message out. He could roughly understand what the butterfly meant by her earlier comments about favoritism.
The reward value given to him by the system seemed different from that of ordinary people. In his current confrontation, his opponent appeared to be weaker than him. With a slight time difference, it was impossible for there to be no gap at all. No matter how he looked at it, he should be the one who was slightly weaker.
He pulled out the handgun hidden at his lower back, which Lin Yuan had taken for self-defense, and it could be considered as tacit approval from Bai Ling. Regarding the woman who had contact with the Butterfly, Lin Yuan planned to have the police station follow up with her later; whatever she revealed would be enough.
Qing She felt quite uncomfortable being woken from his deep sleep, and the news he received only made him more restless. The Butterfly was different from others. If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have let the Butterfly go. Should he inform President Fang about this? No, no matter if he told him or not, he would find out sooner or later. Moreover, if President Fang personally contacted that Shangguan Yao, all their negotiated terms and profits would be laid bare.
The most critical issue now was how to retrieve those drugs from others. After thinking for a long time, Qing She ultimately decided not to involve himself with the police station. He dialed President Fang’s number. Among the people in Haishi, none of them could compare to President Fang.
Thus, another person who would likely lose sleep tonight was added to the list. When the butler brought over the phone, President Fang’s mood was already not very good. Qing She thought that he was actually resting but realized he hadn’t slept at all; lying at President Fang's feet was a man who was completely drunk—he was the one who had initially confronted Lin Yuan.
“Take him downstairs to sober up,” he instructed before turning to the butler. “What’s going on?”
“It’s a call from Qing She,” the butler replied.
President Fang wiped his hands and picked up the phone.
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