Chapter 48: Grabbing a Gun? Bro, You’ve Got a Death Wish
Qiao Xier caught Zhang Yang’s look—it seed like he was telling her not to talk. She felt wronged, scrunched her nose, and glared at him angrily. “What? Weren’t you supposed to be so tough? Beat these bastards up and let’s go—they’re waiting for us.”
Before Zhang Yang could reply, Chief Zhang chuckled. This girl was definitely from so rich family—calling the cops ‘bastards’ and even suggesting they beat them up. Attacking police? How arrogant could she be?
“You little brat, who do you think you are?” Before Chief Zhang could speak, the auxiliary officer who had taken Qiao Xier’s phone got pissed and reached out to grab her by the collar of her T-shirt.
But before his hand could touch her, it froze midair. He looked down and saw that the pretty boy had grabbed his elbow like a hawk snatching prey, glaring at him coldly. “Bro, don’t push it.”
“Push it? My ass!” The officer roared when Zhang Yang dared to grab him. He swung his free hand, trying to slap Zhang Yang—but before he could even reach, Zhang Yang stepped forward, twisted, and swept his leg between his opponent’s, flipping him flat on the ground.
“You bastard, that’s assaulting an officer!” Seeing the tall auxiliary get thrown down so easily, the pale-faced young cop who had aid his gun earlier pulled it out again—but this ti he was too slow. Zhang Yang snatched it right out of his hand.
The entire scene froze. Everyone was dumbstruck, especially Chief Zhang, whose face turned green. Grabbing a cop’s gun—this wasn’t just assault anymore; it was a direct challenge to law enforcent. They could shoot him on the spot for this.
The problem was, the only ard officer present was that pale-faced one—and now the gun, loaded and ready, was in the suspect’s hands.
“Kid, do you know you’re committing a cri?” Chief Zhang shouted, instinctively backing into the crowd while signaling to his colleagues for backup.
Zhang Yang looked at the pistol in his hand. He’d seen plenty on TV, but he’d never actually used one. It was already cocked with the safety off—if a fight broke out, it could easily go off by accident.
But if he handed it back, who knew what these people might do? The mont he’d grabbed that gun, there was no turning back.
“Cut the crap. Just tell how to turn the safety back on.”
The officers froze. So the guy didn’t even know how to use a gun? That was a relief—but then the realization hit them. If he didn’t know how to handle it, with the safety off and a round chambered, one wrong move could blow soone’s brains out.
“Uh… kid, just turn that little switch on the side back the other way.” One of the older officers quickly explained how to engage the safety.
Zhang Yang flipped the safety back on, glanced at the older cop, and said, “I’ll give this back to you—but I don’t want this gun pointed at my head again.”
He handed the safe gun to the older policeman, who looked surprised. Taking it, he glanced at Chief Zhang but didn’t return it to the young officer. Instead, he said to Zhang Yang, “Son, it’s clear you don’t want trouble with us. Since that’s the case, please co with us and cooperate in our investigation.”
Zhang Yang looked at Qiao Xier and thought, at this point, it wasn’t up to him anymore. He nodded. “Fine, I’ll go. But this has nothing to do with her. Don’t drag her into it.”
“Whether she’s involved or not isn’t up to you—it’s up to .” Chief Zhang stepped forward again, regaining control. “You’ve assaulted officers and grabbed a gun. That’s a criminal offense. Your friend’s a suspect too—she’s coming with us.”
“You—” Zhang Yang glared coldly at him, and Chief Zhang instinctively took a step back. After seeing what Zhang Yang could do, he wasn’t eager to provoke him.
“Old Han!” Chief Zhang barked. “Take them both in.”
The older officer, surnad Han, looked at him, then sighed at Zhang Yang. “Young man, please cooperate. I promise we’ll handle this fairly.”
Zhang Yang glanced at Qiao Xier and nodded. At this point, it looked like avoiding the police station was impossible.
Qiao Xier’s car was also towed and impounded at the Qianshui Street Police Station in Yuetian District.
The officers were at least efficient. Not long after the pair were brought in, they were each taken in to give statents.
The one recording Zhang Yang’s and Qiao Xier’s statents was that sa pale-faced cop. He treated Qiao Xier politely enough—but to Zhang Yang, he was downright hostile, like Zhang Yang had killed his father.
“Why did you cause trouble at Bai Group? What was your motive? Who’s behind you?”
Zhang Yang froze. The guy was clearly out for revenge, pinning every charge on him—and all of them baseless.
“First, I wasn’t the one causing trouble. It was the guards at Dengyuan Building.”
“Second, I didn’t do anything, so what motive?”
“And third, there’s no ‘mastermind’ behind . Total nonsense.”
The young cop slamd the table, standing up abruptly. “Watch your tone! You think this is your house? You know the policy?”
“Yeah, ‘Leniency for honesty, severity for resistance.’ But that’s outdated. Ever heard of the new laws banning coercive interrogation? Also, if you think I’m guilty, isn’t it your job to provide proof—not mine?” Zhang Yang replied calmly. His face showed no fear. Maybe it was his growing strength lately, but his mindset had changed. If this were the old him, he’d probably be scared shitless by now.
“You—” The young officer clenched his fists, then rembered Zhang Yang’s sheer combat power and reluctantly let go, sneering. “Fine. You won’t talk? I’ve got ways to make you. But it’s late—so you’ll spend 24 hours here first.”
“That’s our right.” The cop slamd his notebook on the table and walked out with a cold laugh.
Zhang Yang looked at Qiao Xier. Her face was pale, like a frostbitten lon in December.
Not long after leaving the room, the young officer ducked into a corner and made a phone call.
“Hey, Brother Feng, it’s —Liu Dong from Qianshui Station.”
“Huh… oh, right, Liu Officer. What’s up?” At the Bai family villa’s second floor, Bai Liangfeng was lazily lounging on a chaise sofa. Earlier, his father had called him ho, saying he’d take him to ‘see sothing’ after his eting. Seeing the unfamiliar number, he frowned—then picked up.
“Rember that guy you ntioned at your party a while back? The one nad Zhang Yang?”
“Zhang Yang?” Bai Liangfeng’s ears perked up. He sat up from the sofa instantly. “What about him?”
“Heh, Brother Feng, I rember how pissed you were at him back then. You said you wanted to teach him a lesson. Well, looks like your chance just ca.”
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