423: The Police

The Police

Smith shook his head. "No, no, no. The truly cold-blooded are the ones who don't know anything but are following the crowd." He sighed, "However, often the greats can't be understood by others."1

I smiled, "Mr. Smith, it's fine. As long as we believe in our cause, we don't need to explain ourselves to the irrelevant."

Every word we exchanged on stage spread everywhere.

The reporters had different expressions. The man, who questioned me, had an ugly expression. "Miss Nanxing, I don't think you should be playing a word game with us. Instead, you should give us an explanation.

"You and Mr. Jing Tian came to this country together. Mr. Jing Tian is kidnapped, but you are fine. How can you take over the business deal Mr. Jing Tian has negotiated for the Jing Family? Don't you feel ashamed?"

I smiled at him. "You don't understand the changing winds of the business world because you are not a businessman. I can forgive that. However, I am not obliged to enlighten you. You are a pawn who is hired to embarrass me in public. I can't help you with that."

I ignored the man and shook hands with Smith. "I'll be waiting for you in M City, Mr. Smith."

Smith nodded solemnly. "Nanxing, I look forward to working with you."

Mr. Smith left under the escort of his bodyguards.

I tried to leave, but the reporters wouldn't let me. Some of them were acting like a mob.

I picked up the microphone again. "Everyone, let's make this easy. Why don't you call the police? If I'm guilty, then let the law punish me. If I'm not guilty, then I'll sue everyone present for slander!"

The entire venue suddenly fell silent.

I looked at them with pity. "Why can't you people use your brain? What evidence do you have before you come to insult me? Without doing any research, you've decided to become someone's thugs?"

The front door of the venue opened.

Four police officers slithered in, followed by Jing Ning and Ye Qian.

The reporters were in an uproar. I raised my hand to look at the time. Everything was just right.

The police officer walked forward. "Miss Nanxing? Someone has reported to us that you have kidnapped someone. Please follow us back to the police station."

The commotion grew even louder.

I had no choice but to raise my voice and ask, "Sir, may I ask, who have I kidnapped?"

The police officer's expression was ice-cold. "A Chinese resident, Mr. Jing De."

I smiled and looked at Jing Ning and Ye Qian. Ye Qian met my gaze with an unprecedented coldness.

I felt at ease. Enemies should appear like enemies. I was tired of making faces with these people. They would always expect me to fall for their tricks. I had lived two lifetimes. It would be a waste of God's gifts if I were fooled by these people.

A deep voice rang out of the loudspeakers. "When was I kidnapped?"

Everyone was stunned as they looked around to find the source of the voice.

Jing Ning and Ye Qian's faces turned pale.

The police also looked baffled.

Old Master Jing slowly walked out from backstage. He was dressed in a white tang suit and was in high spirits. Behind him was my gang of four.

They looked uneven with their various sizes and heights. I clicked my tongue and expressed my dissatisfaction with their disuniformity.

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