Soul Patch

Chapter 105 Jia Nan's Father

The three men got into two police cars and stood guard at the entrance of the police station.

Less than ten minutes later, Jia Nan and Wen Jie came out.

One before and one after

One was cold and indifferent, the other was filled with righteous indignation.

Their incompatible auras clashed from a distance...

In an instant, a chill filled the air, and the temperature dropped below freezing. It felt as if the surrounding air itself had been frozen solid.

There seemed to be two completely opposite energy fields between the two, mutually restraining and consuming each other.

The shockwave generated by the confrontation unleashed a terrifying energy storm, causing the entire area to tremble.

The three people inside the police car also felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Captain Wu instinctively reached for his sidearm, wondering to himself, "What are these two doing?"

Old Li and Little Zhang exchanged a glance.

They both caught a glimpse of shock in each other's eyes.

As police officers, they have seen many criminals, including some of the most vicious ones.

But the scene before me was unlike anything I had ever seen before.

His eyes were empty, as if he were just a living shell.

It makes one afraid to look directly at the soul hidden beneath that skin.

Another burning rage, an overwhelming hatred like a spear piercing the sky.

It possesses a righteous and awe-inspiring aura that can annihilate all violence, curses, and calamities.

Xiao Zhang sniffed and whispered, "Will they fight to the death today?"

After hearing this, Old Li fell silent.

After a moment, he pulled out his old friend from his waist, rubbed it in his hand, and his eyes were clear: "If you dare to start a fight in front of the police station, you'd better ask the guy in my hand if he agrees."

Jia Nan walked steadily toward Wen Jie, facing his angry face as he walked away.

This face has appeared in my dreams countless times.

He had even fantasized countless times about meeting Wenjie.

But not once was it in front of the police station.

As Wenjie watched Jia Nan approach him, he glanced up at the blue and white signboard of the police station building.

With a clear conscience, he spoke slowly but resolutely: "The rope knot on Cheng Xiaohui's wrist, was it... you... who tied it?"

That was Wenjie's terrifying nightmare, the deepest sorrow in his heart, and every time it was touched, a profound pain would well up from the bottom of his heart.

But when facing Jia Nan, he was able to ask her questions very calmly.

Jia Nan's eyes were frosty, showing no sign of being bothered by Wen Jie speaking to him first...

That last sentence... could be considered a greeting.

He wasn't moved in the slightest even though Wenjie greeted him first.

The image of the rusty kitchen knife in the suitcase under the bed kept flashing through his mind. He gripped the knife and slashed at Wenjie's artery again and again.

A cold blade takes lives, blood offered as a sacrifice to the heavens!

The thought of Wenjie bleeding profusely brought a satisfied smile to Jia Nan's lips.

"Come home with me, and I'll tell you the answer."

"it is good!"

Wenjie responded with great pride.

It has a kind of indomitable spirit, as if nothing can stop me from facing mountains of knives and seas of fire.

that's it,

The three men in the police car assumed that a shootout was inevitable in front of the police station today.

The two of them resumed their formation, one in front of the other...

They walked strangely and oddly toward the highway outside the police station.

If there were comments on the screen at this moment

The screen will definitely be filled with warnings: "High energy ahead! High energy ahead! High energy ahead!"

Xiao Zhang touched his face and looked at Lao Li, somewhat bewildered.

"What...what's going on?"

Old Li blatantly pulled out his sidearm and blew on the muzzle: "Even if you're tough, you wouldn't dare cause trouble in front of the police station!"

When Jia Nan left the interrogation room, she called Wei Jun.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered. Jia Nan didn't have time to waste with Wei Jun and told him to come to the police station to pick him and Wen Jie up.

"Who?" Wei Jun was clearly taken aback when he heard Wen Jie's name.

Jia Nan has already hung up the phone.

As Wei Jun drove his black Buick Regal, he muttered to himself: "Police station."

My hands were shaking as I gripped the steering wheel.

So, Jia Nan stood by the roadside and waited for Wei Jun's car.

After standing there for a few minutes, I saw a Porsche Cayenne drive up.

The car came to a smooth stop next to Jia Nan.

Wenjie thought this was the car to pick up Jia Nan, so he prepared to open the back door and get in.

Although the middle-aged man in the driver's seat glanced at the rearview mirror, he slammed the car door shut.

“No…” Jia Nan wanted to tell Wen Jie that it wasn’t this car.

But he immediately spotted Jia Lin sitting in the driver's seat.

He wondered to himself: Why is this old guy here?

It immediately became clear that such a major event had occurred at Huahai Company tonight, and that he was the real mastermind behind it all.

How could Jia Lin not know?

Not only do they know, they may have already done crisis public relations.

I guess he came here to tell me how to clear my name at the press conference later.

Jia Lin leaned over and opened the passenger door.

He winked at Jia Nan.

Jia Nan stood ramrod straight, seemingly oblivious to his hint.

He had no choice but to roll down the car window and yell at Jia Nan, "Get in! The media and reporters are waiting!"

Wenjie understood; this person simply didn't want him to get on the bus.

He reached out and grabbed Jia Nan's arm, his meaning clear: Don't even think about leaving.

Jia Nan stood frozen in place, as if nailed there.

Something gripped my heart, kneading it tightly.

Shock was mixed with indescribable emotions.

It feels warm...

Why do I have these feelings?

He looked blankly at Jia Lin in the driver's seat, whose face was full of worry.

Yes, he remembered that expression.

When he was very young,

Once, he and his brother were playing on the windowsill. He didn't know what he was trying to grab, but he suddenly lost his balance and fell off the windowsill.

Jia Lin, their father, roared sternly: Watch out!

She rushed over and caught him in her arms.

He was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly, and then felt a pair of warm, large hands hug him from behind.

The tiny boy opened his eyes in terror.

The first thing I saw was my father's big face.

His face was full of worry and heartache.

……

As if possessed, he shook off Wenjie, who was trying to restrain him.

He mechanically opened the passenger door.

The butterfly rope incident is still clear, so why would Wenjie let him leave?

Wenjie stepped forward to stop Jia Nan.

To everyone's surprise, Jia Nan looked directly into Wen Jie's eyes and said sternly, "Come to my house tomorrow. Tomorrow is my brother Jia Song's birthday. You know my address."

Wenjie let go of Jia Nan's hand in despair.

Whenever Jia Song is mentioned, he always feels guilty.

This time is no exception.

He watched as Jia Nan broke free from his grasp and stepped into the car.

Wenjie glanced into the car and met the driver's eyes.

The man looked very much like Jia Nan, only much older. He wore an elegant business suit, and a gleaming gold wristwatch on his wrist resting on the steering wheel proclaimed his distinguished status.

Wenjie secretly wondered to himself: Could this man be Jia Nan's father?

(End of this chapter)