Everyone's movements seemed to freeze.
Ye Hai's face turned ashen, and he barked, "Don't move! Or I'll shoot!"
Silence hung in the air for a moment.
The man with the slicked-back hair had also, at some point, slipped behind the group of gamblers. He glared viciously at Ye Hai's retreating figure and seized the opportunity to incite the crowd: "Don't be scared, the police won't shoot randomly, and he's not a cop!"
The short-haired man whispered, "But he's special forces—"
The slicked-back man covered his mouth. "Shut up! If he catches us, we're both finished!"
Upon hearing that he wasn't a police officer, everyone, with bloodshot eyes, surged forward like zombies escaping their graves.
Ye Hai's thin lips pressed together, and he finally holstered his gun.
He was unarmed, but after subduing some of the rioters, his stamina began to falter.
In the past, he could handle a hundred men single-handedly, but with the injury on his back, it was likely the wound had split open and was bleeding.
"Brother, look!"
Following the gaze, the slicked-back man let out a chilling, sinister laugh. "Serves him right! Come on, let's quickly find a way to escape!"
These people were all skilled fighters, and several police officers had been severely injured.
If this continued, the situation might actually turn around.
Song Xi watched Ye Hai's movements slow, her heart filled with unease.
*Bang!*
A wooden stick struck his back, snapping in two.
Ye Hai staggered, sweat droplets splattering onto the ground from his hardened features.
Song Xi clenched her fists nervously. Finally, she gritted her teeth and ran towards the gambling table.
She scooped up the banknotes on the table and threw them into the air. The papers rustled, like hundreds of red butterflies, dancing in the sky.
She had to take a gamble, betting on the gamblers' vices and desires!
Fortunately, her gamble paid off.
Upon seeing the money, their minds went blank.
Then, like wild dogs fighting over food, they became ruthless, even turning on each other.
The scene was utterly absurd!
Song Xi and other police officers took the opportunity to lead Ye Hai to a safe corner.
Ye Hai looked at Song Xi, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
He said coldly to the police officer beside him, "After we apprehend them, make sure these people get drug tested!"
The officer was surprised. "You mean they were high on...?"
Song Xi was also shocked.
No wonder they were so frenzied...
Ye Hai slowly got to his feet. "Has the rescue team arrived? Seal off both ends, don't let anyone escape!"
"Yes, sir!"
"You're still going?" Song Xi frowned, looking at the blood seeping through his shirt.
Ye Hai didn't look back. "Stay put!"
A while later, a few more gunshots echoed from inside, followed by screams of pain piercing the sky.
Song Xi's fingertips trembled, and she slowly crouched down against the wall.
Ten minutes later, the riot was finally quelled.
Ye Hai handed his gun to a nearby officer and walked over to Song Xi.
There was a bloodstain on his clothes from somewhere. Song Xi stared at it for a few seconds before weakly looking away, her face pale.
Ye Hai's expression remained stern, the ferocity in his brows not yet faded. "Thanks for today."
Song Xi feigned composure. "Cooperating with the police is a citizen's duty."
"Such civic awareness."
Ye Hai looked at her with newfound admiration. Most women would have been terrified and crying, but she had held on bravely until now, even saving him twice. She was more capable than the female officers in his unit!
"Let's go," he said, extending his hand.
Song Xi hesitated for a moment, then offered her hand. As she stood up, her calf suddenly gave way, and she nearly fell. Fortunately, Ye Hai caught her.
"What's wrong?"
Song Xi looked at her right foot. "I think I sprained it."
As soon as she spoke, Ye Hai scooped her up.
Song Xi panicked. "No, put me down!"
"Helping a citizen is also a police officer's duty."
Yunji Hospital.
Song Xi's injury wasn't a simple sprain; the wound on the sole of her foot had reopened.
Ye Hai stood beside her like a sentinel and asked, "When did you get injured?"
Song Xi remained silent.
Ye Hai unilaterally arranged a hospital room for her.
Song Xi wanted to refuse, but his demeanor was overbearing.
"You stay here for now. I'm going to make a call."
Not far away, Shao Cheng saw this scene, a small crease forming between his brows.
He hadn't intended to interfere, but the other man was Ye Hai.
Ye family's second young master, notoriously aloof, he had never seen him treat a woman like this.
A hint of mockery flickered in Shao Cheng's eyes. He thought to himself that this Song Xi really had some skills.
After careful consideration, he still called Lou Yuming.
"A friendly reminder, it seems you're being cuckolded."