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"What time is it? Why are you still making jokes like this?" Chu Nan said irritably.

Xia Wantang said seriously, "I'm not joking, sister, you're serious. Hold me tight."

Faced with Xia Wantang's insistence, Chu Nan felt somewhat helpless, but he still complied.

Feeling the warmth in Chu Nan's arms, Xia Wantang finally showed a comfortable expression.

Just as the two were embracing, the sound of police cars grew closer.

A short while later, two police cars drove into the flour mill with him.

Two police cars drove into the open space of the flour mill one after the other. Before the dust they kicked up had settled, the car doors were pushed open.

Several figures in uniforms quickly got off the bus; Chu Nan recognized the one in the lead.

It was the queen who had tried to turn him into a "eunuch" in the interrogation room last time.

The Queen was dressed in a smart uniform with a belt around her waist, and she looked more capable than when they last met.

She decisively arranged for someone to check the scene, and then she herself came to Chu Nan and Xia Wantang's side.

The Queen noticed the wound on Xia Wantang's leg at a glance.

"A gunshot wound? What happened? Where's the shooter?"

"The other party ran away after hearing the police sirens after firing their gun."

Chu Nan did not reveal Xue Beichen's identity, nor did he mention that Xue Beichen had been taken away by Erniu's men.

The queen frowned and exchanged a glance with her colleague.

She knelt down in front of Xia Wantang, glanced at the wound on her leg, and said, "It's a penetrating wound. You need to go to the hospital immediately."

She turned around and gave a few instructions to her colleague behind her. The colleague nodded and quickly ran back to the car to get the first aid kit.

"Chu Nan, you have to come back with us to give a statement."

The Queen's tone remained businesslike, but the way she looked at Chu Nanshi was noticeably different.

It was obvious that she hadn't forgotten how she'd been completely fooled in the interrogation room last time, and how she'd even gotten a leg cramp in the end.

Chu Nan didn't say much, and helped Xia Wantang into one of the police cars.

The Queen sat in the passenger seat, driven by a young Min-an, while a female Min-an was in the back seat responsible for taking notes.

As the car started, Chu Nan saw Ding Ye standing at the entrance of the flour factory in the rearview mirror.

The other person, with a pipe in his mouth, glanced in his direction, then turned and walked deeper into the village.

The police car drove back along the dirt road it had come from.

As soon as we entered the main road of Qiaobei Village, the car slowed down.

Chu Nan looked up and saw a dark mass of people ahead through the windshield.

It wasn't just a dozen or twenty people, it was a huge group that blocked the entire road.

Men, women, young and old were all there; some were standing, some were squatting, some were leaning against the wall, and a few had even brought stools and sat in the middle of the road, as if they had been waiting there for a long time.

Min'an, who was driving, honked his horn, but no one moved aside.

He pressed the horn twice more, and this time the horn sounded longer and louder.

The old men sitting in the middle of the road merely glanced at him before continuing to smoke their pipes.

"What happened?"

The Queen rolled down the carriage window and leaned out. "We are from the city's Civil Security Bureau. Please make way."

A middle-aged woman squatting by the roadside, cracking sunflower seeds, spat out the shells and said in a voice just loud enough for people in the car to hear, "So what if you're from the city? What are you doing in our southern countryside?"

The Queen opened the car door and got out.

Chu Nan saw her standing by the car, one hand on the door and the other on her lower back, and then she said a few words to the crowd.

Chu Nan couldn't hear very clearly from inside the car, but from her body language, she could tell that she was using a combination of carrot and stick to get the villagers to make way.

But it didn't seem to have any good effect. Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "What right do you have to take our people away!"

"Exactly! If villagers commit crimes, our local rules will handle it. When did it become the city's security department's place to arrest people!"

Another voice came from behind the crowd.

Chu Nan looked in the direction of the sound and recognized the person as Er Niu.

He hid in the crowd, deliberately speaking in a low voice, but his burly physique and gruff voice couldn't be concealed.

After Erniu finished shouting, he secretly glanced at the police car and his eyes met Chu Nan's.

A hint of guilt flashed across his face, but he immediately straightened his neck and continued shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Yes! You can't take them away! Release them!"

The commotion in the crowd began to take on a rhythmic quality.

Chu Nan noticed that the crowd's reaction was not due to any deep-seated hatred; they were simply following Er Niu's instructions.

The queen stood in front of the carriage door, her hand still on her lower back, looking at the dark mass of people in front of her.

She knew very well that she couldn't force the issue; the people of Nanxiang were known for their fierce and unruly nature.

On her first day in Min'an, she heard older people talk about the things in Nanxiang.

Back then, someone committed a crime and fled back to the southern countryside. The city sent three vehicles and more than a dozen people, but they were blocked from entering the village for a whole day and night.

Her strength, capable of kicking wooden planks, was utterly useless against this group of elderly people and children.

"We did not arrest anyone from Nanxiang."

The Queen took a breath, trying to keep her tone calm, "The people in the car are city residents; we're just here on official business."

"That won't do! Who knows if you're just randomly arresting people in the village!" Erniu shouted again from the crowd.

The Queen turned around, opened the car door, sat back in the passenger seat, and slammed the door shut.

She picked up the walkie-talkie, hesitated for a moment, and then switched to the bureau's internal channel.

"I am the Queen. The main road of Qiaobei Village is blocked by villagers. I request assistance. Repeat: The main road of Qiaobei Village is blocked by villagers. Police cars cannot leave. I request coordination from higher authorities."

A burst of static came through the walkie-talkie, followed by the duty officer's voice, "Received, reported to Director Wang."

Chu Nan sat in the back seat and saw Er Niu winking at him from behind the crowd through the car window.

Grandpa Ding was sitting on a stone stool under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, the light of his pipe flickering at his lips.

From this vantage point, you can vaguely see police cars blocking the village road and a crowd of onlookers in the distance.

He took the pipe away from his mouth, tapped it on the sole of his shoe, and then slowly stuffed another wad of tobacco back in.

Erniu has already spread the word that Chu Nan is a "village resident of Qiaobei Village." Although this excuse is crude, it is definitely effective in the united Nanxiang.

Nanxiang has its own rules. If the city wants to take people out of Nanxiang, even people from Min'an, they have to ask the people of Nanxiang for their consent first.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

Dingye took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear.

"Xiao Wang, long time no see! What brings you to call this old man today?"

Dingye's tone was as if he were greeting an old friend.

Wang Pengzhan's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Brother Ding, I heard my men were cornered by your fellow villagers?"

"Is that so?"

Grandpa Ding smacked his lips on his cigarette. "These old bones of mine aren't as nimble as they used to be, and I haven't been involved in village affairs for a long time."

"But from what you're saying, it seems like there's a misunderstanding. Our Nanxiang people have always been honest and kind; they wouldn't stop Min'an's car for no reason."

Wang Pengzhan remained silent for two seconds.

Of course he knew that Master Ding was playing dumb, and he also knew that the old man would never make a move without a reason.

"Brother Ding, let me be frank with you, that kid surnamed Chu in the car has some connection with me."

"The incident my daughter caused at the bureau last time could have had unimaginable consequences if he hadn't held back. I owe him a favor."

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

Wang Pengzhan paused, then added, "Moreover, this kid has a very secret relationship with my Jiang family niece. It was Xiaoxue who called the police today."

Dingye took a drag of his cigarette, and the smoke slowly billowed out of his nostrils.

"Since they are Director Wang's men, then it must be a misunderstanding. I'll tell the younger generation in the village to disperse."

He paused, then added, "Little Wang, come visit Nanxiang sometime, let's have a drink together."

"must."

After hanging up the phone, Uncle Ding tapped his pipe on the stone block and waved to the crowd watching in the distance.

Erniu ran up from the back of the crowd and stopped, panting.

"Brother Ding, we're still stuck in traffic, what's going on—"

"Let them go."

Ding Ye stood up, tucked his pipe into his waistband, and said, "Wang Pengzhan made the call himself; we have to give him face."

Erniu responded and turned to run towards the crowd.

Grandpa Ding stood under the old locust tree, watching the police car slowly start up and drive out of the village.

Erniu came running back, panting, his face clearly showing resentment. "Master Ding, are we just going to let Master Chu go like that? He's a martial arts grandmaster! If only we could keep him in Nanxiang—"

"They can't be kept."

Ding Ye interrupted him, turned and walked towards the village at a leisurely pace, "We'll meet again someday in Beihai, and besides..."

He glanced back at Erniu, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy old eyes. "That Xue family brat is still in our hands. Consider this a favor he owes us."

"A favor from a martial arts master is more valuable than anything else. Let's go see if that mad dog has woken up yet."

……

In the interrogation room, Chu Nan stared at a stain on the table that was a bit darker than the surrounding area for almost ten minutes.

He thought that someone would come and take his statement after he returned, but after he was taken into this interrogation room, the door was closed and no one ever came in again.

Just as he was seriously considering whether to push the door open and ask what was going on, the door opened.

The Queen walked in, holding a folder in her hand, sat opposite him, and opened the folder, spreading it out on the table.

Inside were several photos of the scene: a pool of blood in the corridor on the second floor of the flour factory, bullet holes in the wall, and a medical report on Xia Wantang's gunshot wound to the leg.

"Only one person was injured at the scene, but there was blood on the second floor and three bullet holes were found on the wall."

"Furthermore, Xia Wantang has a penetrating wound on her leg, which is clearly caused by close-range shooting."

The Queen looked up at him. "You went to the flour mill in the southern suburbs because someone kidnapped Xia Wantang, right?"

"We did not find the gunman's body at the scene. There was a very small hole in the wall on the second floor, which did not look like it was caused by a bullet."

"Our initial assessment is that it was a mark left by a concealed weapon that pierced through the wall."

She paused, staring into Chu Nan's eyes. "I want to know, did you leave this mark?"

Chu Nan did not answer.

The Queen leaned forward slightly. "I have studied the marks on that wall."

"The bullet holes in the wall are radial cracks, but that small hole is completely different. It is very regular, has extremely strong penetrating power, and has no gunpowder residue."

"That can't be done with a gun. Those bodyguards wouldn't say anything, saying they had to wait for the Xue family's lawyer to arrive."

The Queen closed the folder. "But I don't need to ask them to know what happened."

"When you played tricks on my brother in the interrogation room last time, I knew you weren't an ordinary person. You can fool others, but you can't fool me."

Chu Nan was preparing to deal with her next round of questioning when he saw the Queen take a deep breath, stand up, and then do something he had never expected.

She clasped her hands together, straightened her back, and bowed solemnly to him.

"You must be the legendary martial artist?"

The queen raised her head, her eyes shining with something very different from her previous sharp and capable demeanor.

With a youthful air that was hard to reconcile with this woman's demeanor, he said, "I've always wanted to become a martial artist, so please... take me as your disciple!"

Chu Nan paused for a few seconds, then said, "What are you doing? Get up first."

"I won't get up unless you agree."

"You are Min'an, and I am the suspect you brought back to take a statement from. Are you now going to bow down and become my disciple?"

"You are not a suspect, you are a victim, and I have already verified that."

The queen replied confidently, "Besides, this has nothing to do with you being a warrior. I admire your skills, not your status."

Just as Chu Nan was about to speak, the interrogation room door opened.

Wang Pengzhan stood at the door, holding a glass of water in his hand.

He glanced at his daughter, who was bowing with clasped hands, then at Chu Nan, who looked utterly dejected, and remained silent for two seconds.

"Your Majesty, please go out first. I need to speak with Mr. Chu."

"Dad, I—"

"go out."

The queen reluctantly straightened up, glanced at Chu Nan, then at her father, bit her lower lip, turned and strode out.

After the door closed, Wang Pengzhan walked to sit opposite Chu Nan and pushed the glass of water in front of him.

"Chu Nan, this isn't the first time we've dealt with each other. You can trust me completely."

"Please recount the events from the beginning, including how Xue Beichen kidnapped Xia Wantang, what you did at the flour factory, and where Xue Beichen is now."

His tone was calm. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hold you responsible."

"Xue Beichen kidnapped people first, and you went to rescue them. That's clear. All I want to know is the complete story."

Chu Nan remained silent for a moment, then picked up the glass of water.

Then he recounted everything that had happened at the flour mill from the beginning.

He described it simply, without mentioning how he split bullets or killed someone through a wall.

They only said that Xue Beichen shot and wounded Xia Wantang, and then the police cars arrived.

As for Xue Beichen's whereabouts, as before, there was no indication; it was only said that Xue Beichen ran away upon hearing the police sirens.

Wang Pengzhan remained silent for a long time after listening.

He put the pen on the table and leaned back in his chair.

"This Xue family, relying on their status as a wealthy family, is getting more and more outrageous."

Wang Pengzhan's voice was filled with barely suppressed anger, "Kidnapping, shooting, forcing people to jump off buildings—what do they think Beihai is?"

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps and arguing sounds came from outside the door.

The interrogation room door was suddenly pushed open.

A middle-aged man in a dark suit with his hair neatly combed barged in, followed by a young police officer who tried to stop him.

The middle-aged man's gaze swept around the interrogation room, finally settling on Chu Nan. He asked in an almost interrogative tone, "Where did you take our young master?"