Chapter 160 Tricking Zhao Hongyan! (3)

Chapter 160 Tricking Zhao Hongyan! (3)

"Run and get help when I signal you," Zhang Wei's voice cut through the tension, his words flowing with a calm tone as he sensed the mounting impatience of the individuals closing in from behind.

"But what about you and Yue?" asked Song Shoushan slightly surprised, her worry etched across her face.

Zhang Wei's reassuring smile glimmered, "You go first and ask your mother to call the police. Take Yue with you..."

A shift in Song Shoushan's expression revealed her reluctance, clearly not in favor of Zhang Wei's self-sacrificing plan.

Yet, he was resolute—she needed to be away from here!

Without swift action, these gangsters could reveal his intentions, exposing the reason they were being pursued.

Song Shoushan let out a deep, determined sigh, her eyes gleaming with a fierce resolve. "I'll do my best to get help as quickly as possible!" she affirmed, her determination like a beacon.

Zhang Wei's faint smile held a sense of comfort, a touch of warmth in the midst of the chaos.

To her surprise, he gently patted her head, the gesture tinged with a mix of reassurance and urgency, as she stood by his side, reaching up to his shoulder.

"Huh?"

Song Shoushan stood momentarily stunned, the touch of his hand on her head sending a wave of unexpected emotions through her.

But in this critical moment, she found herself oddly accepting, even amid the awkwardness of the situation.

"Now, run!" His command sliced through the air, his voice ringing out loud and clear.

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Song Shoushan felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins as she clutched Feng Xinyue's hand, both of them bolting forward without hesitation.

"Run!"

A wave of commotion followed, punctuated by urgent cries:

"Damn, they've spotted us!"

"Quick, catch them before they escape!"

"Wait, our target is that man!"

"Hurry, attack him before he gets away!"

Behind Zhang Wei, a chorus of hushed murmurs swirled, the sound of footsteps growing louder with each passing moment.

"You rascal! Do you still have the audacity to stand there?"

"Get on your knees and beg, and maybe we'll spare your life!"

Undeterred, Zhang Wei disregarded their threats, his laughter bubbling up from within.

[Host, you're giving off an creepy vibes.]

The people trailing behind him instinctively shrank back.

"Has this guy lost his mind?"

"No matter, even if he's crazy, he'll pay for what he's done!"

As one man swung a baseball bat menacingly, Zhang Wei abruptly turned, his eyes glinting with a razor-sharp focus. "Who's coming first?" he challenged, his voice carrying a note of arrogance.

The abrupt shift in situation, caught everyone off guard, as they felt a shiver run down their spines.

However, unfortunate for them — it was too late to backdown now.

In the mansion's shadowy entrance, Feng Xinyue and Song Shoushan burst through the threshold, their breaths heavy with the urgency of the situation. "Haaa..."

*Ring!* *Ring!* *Ring!*

Song Shoushan's finger relentlessly hammered the doorbell.

The door swung open, revealing Zhao Hongyan, a faint furrow of irritation carving across her brow. "Why the frantic rush!?" she exclaimed, suppressing her rising annoyance. She hadn't even managed to peel off her apron.

A quick survey of Song Shoushan's disheveled appearance triggered a realization that something was gravely wrong. "What happened!?" Zhao Hongyan demanded, the urgency in her voice evident.

"It's Zhang Wei! We were being followed by a horde of people, and..."

"Come inside," Zhao Hongyan didn't waste a moment, swiftly pulling Song Shoushan into the welcoming shelter of the house.

With each word, the gravity of the situation etched itself deeper on her features, turning her expression into a canvas of concern and apprehension.

'Pojun, you despicable scoundrel, did you really dared to attack Shanshan?' Zhao Hongyan's disbelief surged through her, a surge of anger rising within her chest, causing her breasts to tremble with the intensity of her emotions.

"Mom! Help Zhang Wei, please! Call the police already," Song Shoushan urgently reminded, snapping Zhao Hongyan back to reality.

Zhao Hongyan swiftly snapped into action, dialing the nearest police station's number and briefing them on the dire situation. She hurriedly changed her clothes, her mind racing as she prepared for whatever chaos might lay ahead.

With a brief hesitation, she decided to open a drawer, revealing a hidden treasure within: a gleaming black pistol. She grasped it firmly, steeling herself for the impending ordeal. Instructing Song Shoushan to stay inside the house, she ventured out into the unknown.

Zhao Hongyan's heart pounded loudly, the weight of the firearm in her hand a constant reminder of the grim possibilities ahead.

She had never fired a gun at a real person, but the gravity of the situation forced her to confront that possibility.

She only wanted to ensure that Zhang Wei didn't suffer severe injuries, praying she would arrive in time.

The memory of his heroic act, sacrificing himself to protect her daughter, had etched a deep admiration in her heart.

She was willing to cross any obstacle to ensure his safety.

However, the reality that greeted her was the complete opposite of what Song Shoushan had described.

"W-What on earth is happening?" Zhao Hongyan's voice quivered, her eyes widening as she took in the chaotic scene before her.

In?the heart of the turmoil stood Zhang Wei, a his figure majestic and tall, while his hands marred with small, angry bruises.

A groaning heap of more than eight individuals lay scattered around him. Limbs and legs were contorted at odd angles, evidence of the fierce confronatation that had earlier unfolded.

The sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder until a fleet of police cars screeched to a halt nearby.

Officers poured out, their stunned stares locking onto Zhang Wei.

Suspicion danced in their eyes until credentials were displayed, swiftly convincing them that a NSA agent was more than capable of subduing these street-level hoodlums.

The handcuffs clicked onto the beaten thugs, their defeated expressions contrasting sharply with Zhang Wei's composed demeanor.

Beside him, Zhao Hongyan was a portrait of mixed emotions, her gaze flickering with surprise and curiosity. "Wait, weren't you a gang leader?" Her voice was laced with suprise, an undertone of admiration sneaking through.

Zhang Wei chuckled with a hint of mystery, "I am dual-agent."

Zhao Hongyan rolled her eyes, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, as she finally let her guard down around him.

There were many things that can't be revealed in this profession, but she was relieved that he wasn't completely into dark side.

The previously preconceived perceptions about him now shifted, revealing a more complex character than the one she had imagined.

As the police conducted their duties, Zhang Wei's movements seemed awkward, his legs staggered slightly, a mere performance as he allowed himself to lean slightly against Zhao Hongyan.

She reciprocated, her arms wrapping around him almost instinctively, offering support as they moved away from the scene.

"Lean on me," her words held an air of casual indifference, yet her heart was thumping loudly against her chest.

The awkward silence between them felt filled with unspoken sentiments, a bond forming in the midst of chaos, whirlwind of emotions swirling inside Zhao Hongyan's mind.

Zhang Wei's actions and intentions had been evident from the very beginning, creating an undercurrent of unease in Zhao Hongyan.

Surprisingly, he refrained from making any inappropriate comments or attempting to take advantage of her, causing a sigh of relief from her as she cautiously lowered her guard, if only slightly.

As they reached the mansion's door, Zhao Hongyan's eyes caught a glimpse of Song Shoushan.

She promptly released her hold on Zhang Wei, who seemed to miraculously regain his ability to walk without any visible issues.

"I guess my legs are fixed," he spoke, a shameless grin plastered across his face, the falsehood apparent to anyone looking at him.

Zhao Hongyan's eyes widened slightly, a mix of shock and disbelief coloring her expression. "You tricked me?" she accused, her voice carrying a note of resentment.

However, before she could pursue the matter further, Song Shoushan and Feng Xinyue arrived, diverting their attention to the unfolding situation.

Within minutes, everyone had retreated into the house.

Zhao Hongyan pursed her lips, as she also followed the group inside.

Although Zhang Wei's deceit left her with mixed feelings, she couldn't ignore the fact that he still bore some injuries on his hands that needed attention.

Those injuries couldn't possibly be faked, or so she believed.

If only she knew the truth—that Zhang Wei had purposefully allowed himself to be hit by those thugs—her expression would have been a sight to behold.

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A/N: I could have stretched this chapter for about 3-5 chapters more, but it didn't make sense, and would slow the progression of novel.