Tang San Zang

Chapter 165 The Real Big Boss

The black mask fit snugly against Qin Yexuan's face.

The craftsmanship of the mask was exquisite, even capable of shifting with one's expressions.

The Criminal Investigation Bureau officers all frowned.

The leader, a middle-aged man in a black suit with an identification badge on his chest, was Senior Inspector Liang Hanxing of the Investigation Bureau.

He had been frowning since the beginning, his attention seemingly fixed on the mask on Qin Yexuan's face. He now walked over, "I am Senior Inspector Liang Hanxing, take off the mask! Please show me your identification!"

Qin Yexuan remained silent. Baimianfo stepped in front of him, "Sir Liang, give me some face. This is my friend, he's not local."

Liang Hanxing directly reached for his waist, "Step back. Do I need to point a gun at his head for you to comply?"

A smiling expression appeared on Qin Yexuan's mask. He pushed Baimianfo aside and explained in a hoarse voice, "I left my identification at the hotel. You can call the Victoria Hotel, and they'll clarify things for you."

Victoria Star Hotel, Hong Kong.

That was a place specifically for hosting the rich and powerful.

Liang Hanxing, however, was a tough man and didn't care, "Either you have the hotel send the identification over, or I have the right to detain you for forty-eight hours. Also, why are you wearing a mask?"

Qin Yexuan touched his face. His disguised voice remained hoarse and magnetic, "Apologies, I had a facial injury that's severely infected. I cannot expose it to air or water, hence the mask."

Liang Hanxing scoffed, "You expect me to believe that? Someone..."

Qin Yexuan gently interrupted, "In fifteen minutes, my identification, medical certificate, and documents from a registered Hong Kong physician will be delivered to you."

Liang Hanxing raised his hand to check his watch, "Don't blame me for being cautious. From the Victoria Hotel to here, even driving a race car, it takes over an hour. You claim to have the documents delivered in fifteen minutes? Why should I believe you?"

Qin Yexuan had already taken out his phone and sent a message to Lie Yuanzun.

"Little Lie, can you handle the matter of the documents and identification? Master has bragged that he only has fifteen minutes for you."

"Master, rest assured. Ten minutes will be more than enough."

Lie Yuanzun's Heavenly Demon Mercenary Group had been present in major ports worldwide for years. Hong Kong, as a world-class port, was a key area of Lie Yuanzun's control.

Identification and certificates were trivial matters for his fifth disciple, Lie Yuanzun.

The only potential issue was time, but Lie Yuanzun's guarantee of ten minutes meant he had his ways.

Inside the teahouse, various factions were still glaring at each other. Before a cup of tea could finish brewing, the rumble of propellers suddenly sounded from outside.

The wind howled, making the teahouse windows rattle. Everyone squinted, looking outside.

It was, in fact, a helicopter.

Hovering above the teahouse, the helicopter was audacious. Two figures skillfully descended via ropes, appearing right by the window.

Everyone was stunned.

What was this?

With two distinct clicks, the window was directly removed. Two figures flashed into the building through the opening.

Both wore black masks and tactical combat suits.

They said nothing, holding documents and identification respectively, and quickly approached Qin Yexuan.

They placed the documents down, bowed, then retreated backward, hooked onto the ropes, and ascended back into the helicopter.

Clean, efficient, and direct.

Even after the helicopter had flown away, the people in the teahouse remained in shock.

Had everything that just happened been real?

Did such things truly happen in reality?

Baimianfo checked his watch and smiled proudly. It took only nine minutes and thirty-two seconds, less than ten minutes!

This was the power of Master Qin!

Qin Yexuan touched his mask and calmly picked up the documents and identification, handing them to Liang Hanxing.

The head of Hong Kong's Criminal Investigation Bureau, Inspector Liang, was still in a state of shock.

It took him a long time to recover. He glanced at the identification, then loosened his tie and shook his head awkwardly, "You win! Everyone disperse, pack it up!"

"Wait!" Su Ning Shuang took out her phone and snapped pictures of the identification and documents.

She was certainly not one to give up easily.

"Masked man, don't be arrogant. My senior brother Liang and I will definitely uncover your background!"

Su Ning Shuang warned him with neither subservience nor arrogance, "No matter who you are, even if you called in fighter jets, if you break the law, we have the right to arrest you. Understand?"

Qin Yexuan found it amusing and nodded slightly, continuing in his disguised voice, "Understood."

The investigation team quickly departed.

Meanwhile, above the teahouse, the members of the three major factions were once again left speechless by Qin Yexuan, staring in awe.

Only Baimianfo grew increasingly proud.

He looked to his left and right meaningfully, "Today, you brats finally know who the real boss is, right?"