Is it hard to chase the school beauty?It doesn't matter, she still has roommates

She was trying to shift all the blame onto Li Wei for "private revenge," attempting to absolve Prince Hui of the role of mastermind and shift the blame to his "lack of strict management."

Looking at her hypocritical face, so eager to distance herself, An Ruoxi curled her lips into a cold, mocking smile. Her voice was soft, but each word was clear.

"Private revenge? What a coincidence. Li Wei is in the hospital too, right? He was injured by Qin Luo last night and shouldn't be discharged yet. Why don't we call him over and have a face-to-face confrontation? Let's see if Li Wei was really so audacious as to act on his own, or... if someone secretly instructed him to take the blame afterward?"

A confrontation?!
Prince Hui's heart sank to the bottom of an icy abyss! Li Wei, while relatively loyal, was far from being a tough nut to crack. Facing a ruthless figure like Dao Feng, or the brutal interrogation by An Ruoxi, he would be utterly helpless! If Li Wei were to give in under pressure and betray him… the consequences would be unbearable for him and his mother!

His forehead was covered in cold sweat, his face was as pale as paper, and his lips trembled as he tried to say something in his defense, but he found his throat dry and tight, and he couldn't utter a single word. He could only look to his mother, Qiu Qinyun, for help.

Qiu Qinyun's brows were furrowed, her eyes darting around. She clearly hadn't expected Daofeng to intervene so suddenly and so swiftly apprehend the key witness. Now that the witness was right there, it was difficult to deny it. The only hope was that Li Wei would insist he was the one who did it and take all the blame.

Seeing Prince Hui's panicked and helpless state, like a lamb to the slaughter, Wu Yufeng felt a great sense of satisfaction. He sneered, took a step forward, and said in a loud voice.

"Yes! Miss is right! We'll find out who's right and who's wrong once we bring them out into the open! Isn't that bastard Li Wei lying here? I'll go 'invite' him over right now and ask him properly who gave him the guts to resort to such underhanded tricks when the old man's life is at stake!"

As he spoke, he turned to lead his men to the ward area to find Li Wei.

As Crown Prince Hui watched Wu Yufeng's departing figure, he felt the world spin, and an immense fear and despair completely engulfed him. It's over… once Li Wei is brought here…

However, just as Wu Yufeng took two steps, Dao Feng, who had been silent as an iceberg, suddenly spoke. His voice was still calm, but it carried an undeniable meaning.

"No need to go."

Wu Yufeng paused, turning back to look at Daofeng with a puzzled expression.

Blade's gaze slowly swept over the ashen-faced Crown Prince Hui, then looked at Qiu Qinyun, and finally landed on An Ruoxi's face, as he said indifferently.

"Li Wei is dead."

"What? Dead?!"

Everyone was in an uproar again!

Blade continued, his tone completely unchanged.

“My men found him at Li Wei’s residence. He had been stabbed in the neck and died instantly. His body was already cold when they found him.”

There is no proof!

Upon hearing the news, Prince Hui was first stunned, then an overwhelming surge of joy welled up from the bottom of his heart, almost causing him to lose control of his expression! Dead! Li Wei is dead! That's great! The only direct witness is dead!

Now, the trail has completely gone cold! Even if Huang Mao identifies Li Wei, Li Wei is dead, and there's no way to verify it. Who can prove that it was Prince Hui who ordered Li Wei to do it? It's entirely possible to claim it was a personal grudge of Li Wei, or... that someone else killed Li Wei to silence him!
He felt as if he had been pulled back from the brink of hell, and the relief of surviving the ordeal left him almost exhausted.

He quickly lowered his head, concealing the fleeting joy in his eyes, and tried his best to feign shock and grief.

“Li Wei… he… how could he… although he made a mistake, it doesn’t warrant death…”

Qiu Qinyun immediately chimed in, her tone heavy.

"He's dead... It seems someone killed Li Wei to silence him. The situation is more complex than we imagined. Xiao Hui, you'd better be more discerning when hiring people in the future!"

She again downplayed Prince Hui's responsibility, muddied the waters, and implied that there might be another mastermind behind it all.

An Ruoxi, Ye Meigui, Wu Yufeng, and the others looked extremely grim.

They certainly knew that Li Wei's death was no accident, and that it was very likely that Prince Hui or Qiu Qinyun realized that things had been exposed and had killed him to silence him! But just as the other side expected, with Li Wei dead, the chain of evidence was broken, and it was difficult to completely implicate Prince Hui based solely on Huang Mao's one-sided testimony.

Just as Prince Hui was secretly pleased, thinking he could get away with it again, Dao Feng's cold, emotionless eyes locked onto him like two sharpest ice spikes.

Daofeng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura as if it came from the deepest hell, and every word struck Prince Hui's heart.

"Li Guanghui".

Prince Hui froze, involuntarily raising his head to meet Dao Feng's unfathomable eyes, eyes that seemed capable of devouring all light.

"I don't care whether Li Wei was retaliating on his own initiative or was acting under someone else's orders."

Blade's tone was calm, yet it contained a chilling warning.

"It doesn't matter how he died."

He leaned forward slightly, and although the movement was small, it brought an overwhelming sense of pressure, making Prince Hui's breath catch in his throat.

"All I know is that Qin Luo was imprisoned because of this incident, which delayed the old man's medical treatment."

The sound of the blade suddenly turned sharp, like a drawn sword, chillingly cold.

"If anything were to happen to the old man because of this..."

He paused, his gaze like a sharp blade, scraping across Prince Hui's pale face.

"Or, let me verify that you really are behind this..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the undisguised killing intent, like that of a prehistoric beast, made Prince Hui feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his blood seemingly frozen! He knew that Blade's words were not a threat, but a statement of fact.

If something really happens to the old man, or if Dao Feng finds conclusive evidence pointing to him, then Dao Feng will definitely take action against him without hesitation! In Anbang, if Dao Feng wants to harm him, even his mother Qiu Qinyun can't protect him!
"Knife... Brother Blade... I..."

Prince Hui was so frightened that he became incoherent.

Blade stopped looking at him, straightened up, and gave orders to the middle-aged man called "Old Jia" and several other people who seemed to have some status.

"You, take this person to the North City Branch Police Station to close the case. Bring Qin Luo out and take him to the hospital immediately."

His orders were concise, clear, and left no room for argument.

Then, his gaze fell on Prince Hui again, his voice returning to its previous calmness, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"You go and pick up Qin Luo yourself. Behave properly. The old man needs him."

Prince Hui's face instantly turned bright red, like a pig's liver! He was to personally pick up Qin Luo? The enemy who had injured his men, stormed his villa, and caused him to lose face? And he was expected to "maintain a proper attitude"? This was worse than death! It was blatant humiliation!
But he dared not refuse. The blade's gaze told him he couldn't bear the consequences of refusal. Moreover, his mother, Qiu Qinyun, was subtly signaling him to agree.

"I...I'll go..."

Prince Hui squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, each word feeling like it was stained with blood and humiliation.

Qiu Qinyun then walked over, lowering her voice but making sure that the people nearby could hear her clearly, and gave instructions to Prince Hui.

“Xiao Hui, Dao Feng is right. Go now and make sure to bring Mr. Qin back… You must be polite and sincere.”

This isn't just for the old man, it's for yourself too—to clear your name and dispel everyone's suspicions. Even if... even if it requires you to humble yourself and say a few soft words, you must get that person here! Understand?

"Bowing down," "speaking softly," "please"... these words pierced Prince Hui's heart like needles.

He felt that his last shred of dignity had been completely stripped away in front of everyone.

He kept his head down, his hands clenched into fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, a piercing pain that paled in comparison to even a fraction of the humiliation and agony he felt.

Meanwhile, inside the Chengbei Branch Detention Center.

Qin Luo was placed in a four-person cell. The room was fairly clean, but the air was filled with a faint smell of mildew mixed with disinfectant.

Besides him, there were three other people inside.

A burly, bald man with a face full of scars and ferocious tattoos on his arms; another equally burly man with a buzz cut and fierce-looking tattoos; and a short, stout man with a slick smile on his face who looked like the leader of the three.

The three of them huddled together, eyeing Qin Luo, who had just entered, with ill intent and sneers on their lips.

On the bed in the corner, there was a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses, who looked refined and thin, with a pale face. He secretly glanced at Qin Luo, then quickly lowered his head, seemingly very afraid of the three thugs.

The policeman who brought Qin Luo in had just locked the door and left when the short, stocky gang leader stood up, cracked his neck, and, with two of his men, swaggered over to Qin Luo and surrounded him.

"Hey, new here? What did you do to get in?"

The short, stout man squinted and asked in a condescending tone.

Qin Luo ignored him and walked to the empty bed and sat down.

"Hey! Pretty cocky!"

The tattooed man glared.

The bald, burly man clenched his fist, making a cracking sound.

The short, stout man stopped his subordinates and looked at Qin Luo with a forced smile.

"Hey kid, do you know the rules here? Newcomers have to 'pay tribute' to the boss first. Look at your delicate skin, what valuables do you have on you? Cell phone? Wallet? Or... let us 'have some fun'?"

The vulgarity in his words was undisguised. The bespectacled man in the corner shuddered and lowered his head even further.

Qin Luo then raised his eyes, glanced at the short, stout man, his gaze calm and unwavering.

"Rules? Whose rules?"

"My rules!"

The short, stout man's face darkened.

"Looks like I need to teach you a lesson, or you won't know who you're dealing with! Hold him down!"

The tattooed man and the bald giant immediately grinned and stepped forward, reaching out to grab Qin Luo's shoulder.

However, their hand had only reached halfway—

Qin Luo made a move!

Fast as a ghost!

Before everyone could see anything, Qin Luo had already stood up from the bed, his right hand flashing out like lightning, grabbing the tattooed man's wrist, and twisting and pulling it in one smooth motion!
"Crack!"

With the tattooed man's shrill scream, his arm twisted at a bizarre angle, causing him to lose his balance.

At the same time, Qin Luo's left leg swept out like a steel whip, kicking hard on the side of the bald man's knee!
"boom!"

The bald, burly man let out a miserable howl, his massive body crashing to his knees as he rolled around in agony, clutching his knees.

The sneer on the short, stout man's face froze instantly, turning into horror! Before he could react, Qin Luo had already taken a step in front of him, his right fist clenched, and with a sudden burst of power over a very short distance, a clean and crisp one-inch punch landed squarely on his abdomen!
"vomit--!"

The short, stout man's eyes bulged out, and the acid in his stomach mixed with undigested food suddenly gushed out. His body arched like a shrimp, and he collapsed softly to the ground, clutching his stomach. He couldn't even scream; all that was left were painful convulsions and dry heaving.

From the moment the three men started fighting until they all fell to the ground, the entire process took no more than ten seconds.

Qin Luo clapped his hands, as if brushing off some dust, and sat back down on the edge of the bed. His gaze swept over the three thugs on the floor, who were groaning in pain and no longer daring to look at him, and he said indifferently.

"Now, do you understand the rules?"

The three thugs were so terrified that they didn't dare to resist at all. They scrambled together, crouched in the corner with their heads in their hands, trembling and not daring to breathe.

The bespectacled man in the corner stared in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock and... a hint of admiration.

He hesitated for a moment, then carefully got off his bed, walked to Qin Luo's side, put on a flattering smile, and whispered.

"Big...Big brother, you...you're amazing! My name is Xiao Ke, Ke Mingyuan."

Qin Luo glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Xiao Ke didn't mind and continued to lower his voice to try and get closer to her.

“Brother, you look unfamiliar. You don’t come here often, do you? I’m… I work at the ‘Royal City Nightclub,’ as a ‘private room host’…”

His voice was even lower, tinged with embarrassment and self-deprecation.

"Actually, it's just... serving rich women."

I've had a really persistent client lately, and I couldn't take it anymore, so I deliberately caused a little trouble and came here to get some peace and quiet for a few days.

Qin Luo neither confirmed nor denied this.

Xiao Ke asked curiously again.

"Brother, what brings you here? Judging by your skills, you're not an ordinary person."

Qin Luo said casually.

"Last night at a barbecue stand, I beat up a few thugs who were provoking me. They called the police, and I was diagnosed with minor injuries, level two."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ke's expression changed slightly, and he whispered.

"A barbecue stand? Thugs? Brother, you...you didn't offend Prince Hui's people, did you? In Mindu, there aren't many people who can get thugs to call the police so quickly and get a minor injury assessment done so easily. Prince Hui's gang...they're ruthless. If it really was them, you probably...won't get out of here so easily."

Qin Luo's gaze shifted slightly as he glanced at Xiao Ke.

This "private room host" is quite well-informed.

Just then, footsteps and the clinking of keys came from the hallway outside.

A stern-faced man in a police uniform, known as "Uncle Hat," stood at the door and spoke to Qin Luo, who was lying on a hard bed inside, with a piece of dry straw he had picked up from somewhere still dangling from his mouth.

"Qin Luo, pack your things, you can go now." (End of Chapter)