The banquet finally dispersed around nine o'clock.
"Uncle Ma, Auntie, we're heading back now."
Wan Yunting and Pang Yuan bid farewell with Niu Qiuling. Ma Zhendong escorted them downstairs. Niu Qiuling, who hadn't been drinking, drove them. They first took Wan Yunting back to the Fortune Mansion where Jin Xiuwen lived.
"Xiao Wan, what have you decided?"
Pang Yuan, sitting behind Wan Yunting in the car, turned to look at him. "Honestly, I don't believe in making you take risks, but among all the people in our police force, you are the most suitable."
"Because you're not part of our police force, and given your situation in prison and your connections with those big figures in society, I can only ask for your help."
"I know."
Wan Yunting rolled down the car window, took out a cigarette, and offered it to Pang Yuan. They both lit up and took a puff. "When do we act?"
Hearing him say that, Pang Yuan knew he had agreed and said happily, "You can act anytime. First, go contact Ling Xianzong!"
"As for the joint anti-drug operation between the Yunnan provincial police and the Thai police, there's still some time. This gives you enough time to get close to Ling Xianzong, build a good relationship, and then enter the Golden Triangle to approach Pongka and investigate Leng Shao!"
Wan Yunting smoked, nodding in understanding. "Then I'll find a way to approach Ling Xianzong."
"Good."
Pang Yuan, pleased, pointed at Niu Qiuling, who was driving. "I'll have Qiuling assist you. You can cooperate. After all, Qiuling is an anti-drug officer transferred from Yunnan province and understands things like drugs."
Niu Qiuling drove, glancing at Wan Yunting through the rearview mirror. He smiled and nodded. "Officer Niu, then I wish us a pleasant cooperation."
"Mm, just don't act on your own like last time."
Niu Qiuling gave him a look, but she still admired Wan Yunting's abilities greatly.
Wan Yunting smiled. The car soon arrived downstairs at the Fortune Mansion. Pang Yuan got out to see him off. Only after Wan Yunting went inside the building did he and Niu Qiuling leave.
It was now ten o'clock at night. Wan Yunting planned to go back, take a shower, and then head to Jiang Wenhao's place.
However, when he opened the door, he saw Jin Xiuwen and Han Fei'er being intimate on the sofa in the living room.
Wan Yunting stood at the door, speechless. They were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and turned to look at the entrance.
"Sorry, you guys continue. I'll just grab some clothes and leave."
Wan Yunting waved to them with a smile and headed directly to his room, intending to get some clothes to wash at Jiang Wenhao's.
Jin Xiuwen could only sit up with Han Fei'er. "Don't go out. You might as well sleep at home."
Wan Yunting, who was walking towards the door, turned back and smiled at him. "Alright, you continue. I'm going to take a shower..."
Seeing him enter the room, Han Fei'er narrowed her alluring eyes. "He's your friend? He's quite handsome."
"Yes, his name is Wan Yunting."
Jin Xiuwen nodded, pulling Han Fei'er towards his room. "Don't mind him. Let's go to the room and continue..."
"Hehe, you're so naughty..."
With a bang, the bedroom door closed. Immediately after, Wan Yunting's room door opened. He looked at Jin Xiuwen's room door, a slight frown creasing his brow.
Just a brief glance at Han Fei'er earlier made him feel that this person was not simple!
"Sigh, how can Old Jin still like this kind of thing..."
Wan Yunting rubbed his slightly dizzy head with a helpless sigh. He had drunk too much at Old Man Ma's place and grabbed his clothes to take a shower...
But in the adjacent room, as soon as Jin Xiuwen entered with Han Fei'er, they began kissing passionately at the doorway. The next moment, Fei'er struck Jin Xiuwen's pressure point on the back of his neck with a palm chop. His eyes went dark, and he immediately fainted. Han Fei'er caught him and carefully placed him on the ground.
At this moment, Han Fei'er's alluring eyes became extremely sharp, and a murderous aura emanated from her. She was definitely a ruthless person who had taken lives!
When Wan Yunting came out after his shower, he immediately heard various excited shouts from the adjacent room, such as "Daddy," "Grandpa," "Good brother," and so on...
In any case, the sounds made his heart burn with desire. Wan Yunting had no choice but to return to bed, circulate the internal energy in his dantian, seal off his hearing, and finally lie down, close his eyes, and fall asleep...
In the adjacent room, Han Fei'er lay by the wall, listening to the movements next door and watching the time tick by on her watch.
Finally, when it was half-past twelve at night, and there was no movement from the adjacent room, Han Fei'er quietly opened the door. Ignoring the unconscious Jin Xiuwen on the floor, she turned and went to the kitchen knife rack, pulled out a fruit knife, tucked it behind her back, and then stealthily approached Wan Yunting's room.
After a minute, she confirmed there was no movement inside, and even heard Wan Yunting's faint snoring, ensuring he was asleep. Han Fei'er then quietly pushed open the door...
Using the moonlight outside the window, the fruit knife in her hand gleamed with a cold light. Her sharp eyes flashed with killing intent as she stared intently at Wan Yunting lying on the bed, cautiously approaching...
One step, two steps, three steps... Until Han Fei'er reached Wan Yunting's bedside, looking at the target lying on his side, she raised the fruit knife in her hand and unhesitatingly stabbed towards his neck...
Suddenly, Wan Yunting turned over abruptly. His sharp gaze pierced Han Fei'er's heart like two beams of light, making her body tremble, and the fruit knife suspended in the air paused.
But in that instant, Wan Yunting unhesitatingly kicked her, sending her flying, crashing into a table behind her.
"Damn it..."
Seeing that Wan Yunting had already anticipated her appearance, Han Fei'er was enraged. Without a word, she turned and ran towards the door.
"Trying to escape!"
Wan Yunting leaped up and blocked her at the door. Han Fei'er glared at him with her sinister eyes and stabbed with the fruit knife. Wan Yunting dodged her thrust, then grabbed her wrist with his large hand and kicked her calf.
With a thud, Han Fei'er knelt down. Wan Yunting twisted her wrist, disarmed her of the fruit knife, and held it to her neck. "Try moving again!"
The cold fruit knife blade cut through her fair neck. Han Fei'er trembled all over, twisted her face, and stared directly at Wan Yunting, not expecting to be seen through and captured so easily.
"Speak, who are you and why do you want to kill me?"
Without needing to guess, he knew that this person had deliberately approached Jin Xiuwen with the goal of killing him!
"Nothing to say."
Han Fei'er stared at him fiercely, her attitude unyielding.
Wan Yunting narrowed his eyes and sneered, "I advise you to confess yourself, or later, I will make you suffer a hundred times more!"
"Then kill me."
Han Fei'er looked at him askance, acting as if she wasn't afraid of death.
"Heh heh, it seems you have quite a professional code of conduct."
Wan Yunting squatted down and looked at her, smiling. "If I'm not mistaken, you're a killer, hired to kill me, right?"
Han Fei'er's expression turned grim, and she turned her head away, remaining silent.
"Since that's the case, there's nothing more to say."
Wan Yunting stood up, grabbed Han Fei'er, the fruit knife still at her neck, and moved to the bedside table to pick up his phone, intending to call Pang Yuan and ask him to send people to the police station for interrogation.
Just then, Jin Xiuwen appeared at the doorway, seemingly having woken up. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the scene in Wan Yunting's room. "Yunting, Fei'er, what are you guys doing?"
Jin Xiuwen's sudden appearance made Wan Yunting pause.
But then Han Fei'er seized the opportunity. Disregarding the fruit knife held to her neck and causing a deep cut, she forcefully broke free and rushed towards Jin Xiuwen at the door, grabbing him by the neck...
"Let him go!"
Wan Yunting's expression darkened. He forgot about making the call and watched as Han Fei'er grabbed Jin Xiuwen, her sharp nails digging into his neck. He cried out in pain, "Fei'er, what are you doing? You're hurting me..."
Wan Yunting watched as Han Fei'er grabbed Jin Xiuwen and retreated into the living room. "Let him go, and I'll let you leave!"
Han Fei'er retreated to the living room door, directly twisting open the outer door. She glared at Wan Yunting with her vicious eyes, then fiercely pushed Jin Xiuwen towards him before turning and running outside.
The moment Wan Yunting caught Jin Xiuwen, he threw the fruit knife in his hand towards Han Fei'er, who was rushing out. With a thud, the fruit knife hit her left calf, and she immediately fell onto the corridor.
Wan Yunting dropped Jin Xiuwen and immediately went out. Seeing Han Fei'er enduring the pain, she pulled the fruit knife from her calf. When she saw Wan Yunting coming out, she unhesitatingly threw it at him...
However, Wan Yunting pinched the incoming fruit knife with two fingers of his left hand. This made Han Fei'er's expression tremble, and her heart sank halfway. She knew she was doomed this time.