Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Seeing Nan Xiang act quickly, Rong Yan also pulled out a pistol from her cheongsam and casually fired a shot at something. She didn't look at the direction she was aiming at, but kept looking at Nan Xiang with a smile:

"Master Lu is a good marksman. But I am also impatient."

"Ah."

Nan Xiang spoke in a light tone, but when she looked at the woman in front of her who was chatting and laughing with her nonchalantly, she suddenly felt a little strange.

Rong Yan naturally noticed Nan Xiang's expression, twirled the gun in her hand, and sneered:

"In this chaotic world, people must learn to protect themselves."

Nan Xiang: "Ayan, I feel sorry for you."

"Xiao Xiang."

When Rong Yan heard these words, her pupils were slightly startled and her eyes turned red. Although Nan Xiang's expression was indifferent, those five words struck her heart, making her feel that the hardships she had suffered before were nothing.

Xiaoxiang is her best friend, but even so, everything has changed. They have different positions and will inevitably clash sooner or later.

……

But let her enjoy the moment.

However, she quickly returned to normal, slightly avoiding Nan Xiang's gaze, slightly moving her hand holding the gun, and then smiled at Nan Xiang again:

"Xiao Xiang, have I become ugly?"

Nan Xiang: "No, it's always been beautiful."

Rong Yan: "Really?"

Nan Xiang nodded: "Yes."

This love of beauty has not changed at all.

"Will we meet each other in the future?"

Rong Yan said this in a very soft voice, just enough to be drowned out by Chen Ying's words.

"Young Marshal, everything has been processed."

Chen Ying saluted Nan Xiang, and some soldiers followed behind him. They were all Nan Xiang's personal soldiers, and they brought a live person with them.

At the same time, an eyesore came again.

Jiang Shaobai dealt with the situation on his side and wanted to come over to help, but found out that he was not needed at all.

He smiled slightly, not feeling embarrassed at all: "Young Marshal, Jiang suspects that this assassination was planned by the Song family and other...warlords."

Nan Xiang glanced at him lightly and said nothing.

Jiang Shaobai wanted to say something else, saying that he and the Chief Inspector of Haicheng Police Department were uncles, but Chen Ying spoke first:

"Report to the young commander. Eleven people were killed, leaving only one alive. There were no casualties on our side, and the guests were also not injured, but they were frightened..."

After listening to Chen Ying's detailed report again, Nan Xiang nodded in affirmation.

"The manager of Shenghao Hotel has contacted the police station, and all the hotel guests and staff have been taken care of and comforted."

"Well, hard work."

After Jiang Shaobai heard Chen Ying finish speaking, he was about to say something to Nan Xiang, but Rong Yan took the lead and blocked him back.

Jiang Shaobai was pushed aside. Looking at the two people who were talking happily, he smiled slightly and said, "In that case, Jiang will leave first."

No one paid any attention to him. He kept smiling and his eyes were fixed on Nan Xiang.

"This shooting incident is too severe. I am familiar with Chief Inspector Lin of the Haicheng Police Department. I will report it to him."

Still no one paid any attention to him, and it had always been a one-man show for him.

Although the scene was chaotic, Nan Xiang had made preparations in advance, and the Shenghao Hotel responded quickly, immediately controlling the people entering and leaving the Shenghao Hotel and calling the police.

The host of the banquet died, and such a terrible shooting case occurred in the Shenghao Hotel that people from the Haicheng Police Station arrived soon.

The person who came this time was Zhang Zhao from the First Patrol Team, a capable aide to the Inspector General of Haicheng Police Department.

When Jiang Shaobai saw that the person coming was Zhang Zhao, his expression changed, and then returned to his usual gentle smiling mask.

The first person Zhang Zhao greeted was Nan Xiang, with a very flattering smile on his face: "Marshal Lu."

Lu Nanxiang responded indifferently, and Zhang Zhao then greeted Chen Ying, Rong Yan, and the more important guests at the banquet.

Finally, he pretended to be surprised as if he had seen Jiang Shaobai, with a very apologetic smile on his face, but his words were straightforward yet sarcastic:

"Oh? Isn't this Deputy Chief Jiang from the Xucheng Police Department? Who are you smiling for? You're like a fake person."

The smile on Jiang Shaobai's face froze. Although Zhang Zhao was his uncle's right-hand man, he and Zhang Zhao had always been at odds with each other.

Whenever Jiang Shaobai and Zhang Zhao meet, Zhang Zhao always shows some yin and yang.

Rong Yan naturally knew about the two people's celebration and watched with interest every time.

Nan Xiang didn't care about the conflict between the two people. It had nothing to do with her.

After Zhang Zhao secretly nurtured Jiang Shaobai, he began to investigate the case.

Nan Xiang provided some clues and left the Shenghao Hotel.

Nan Xiang doesn't care about these grudges. As long as they don't provoke her and more importantly, don't do anything that harms the country and the nation, she won't care too much about it.

Nan Xiang didn't stay in the Shenghao Hotel for long and left directly, and the other guests were also allowed to leave.

Chen Ying reported the police station's findings to Nan Xiang one by one:

"Young Marshal, the police have solved the case. It was Song Yunhui's seventh concubine and her lover who were dissatisfied with Song Yunhui, so they contacted the Lion and Tiger Gang to kill Song Yunhui and put the blame on Young Master Song..."

Nan Xiang had a strange look on her face: "Chen Ying, what do you think?"

"They are perfunctory and want everything, just trying to whitewash the situation."

Although Chen Ying looks gentle, handsome and easy to talk to, he can be ruthless sometimes. Compared with Nan Xiang's other adjutant Zhang Su, his mouth is gentle but sharp.

Nan Xiang smiled: "Old man Wu Fuchun has always been like this."

Chen Ying smiled after hearing this: "Young Marshal is right."

Chen Ying then asked, "Does the young commander want to remind Song Qichen?"

Song Qichen is the name of Young Master Song, and Wu Fuchun is the warlord commander of another faction, or to put it roughly, the warlord leader.

Nan Xiang finished processing the documents in her hand and sat leisurely: "Just watch the operation."

Chen Ying understood and immediately ordered his men to do it.

On the other side, in the Song Mansion, which was decorated in all white, Song Qichen received the news from the police station and was furious.

He had just found a gap during the vigil for his father and slipped out, only to receive news from his confidant, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground.

"It's simply too much!"

Confidant: "Master, please calm down."

Song Qichen straightened his plain white gown, sat back in his chair with a serious expression, but his tone was still aggressive, and the anger in his eyes did not diminish at all:

"Fang Qianxue, that bitch! She has a childhood sweetheart who is hiding her lover. She is still restless even after being brought into the house by the old man as a concubine. She is rude to the old man, but she plays hard to get with me, and she is still in contact with her old lover... She is just a foxy woman! Bitch!"

As he spoke, Song Qichen stood up and kicked the chair with his leg. The chair did not fall over. Instead, he held his foot with one hand and grinned with a ferocious look on his face.

He realized his own gaffe, quickly collected his expression, and limped back to his seat.

"Changfu! Take this chair and destroy it! What a broken chair!"

Chang Fu, who was standing by, had already gotten used to seeing his eldest son like this. He sighed in his heart and replied expressionlessly:

"Master, this is a birthday gift given to you by Chief Inspector Lin twenty years ago. It is made of Huanghuali wood given by the emperor."

Song Qichen looked pale and rolled his eyes at Chang Fu: "I know!"

Chang Fu stepped back and said nothing.

Seeing his confidant like this, Song Qichen said unhappily:

"roll!"

Chang Fu readily followed suit: "As you wish."

"Come here! Changfu, will you step back if I tell you to?"

Chang Fu turned around and returned to his original position.

The movements are extremely skillful.

"Go and call Doctor Ye over."

"Yes."

"By the way, take that bitch Fang Qianxue here!"

Chang Fu silently complained in his heart: This Seventh Concubine is also a capable person. The master, the eldest son and her childhood sweetheart are all obsessed with her.

If the master hadn't gone there and got the news from the police station, the eldest master might have stayed with the seventh concubine for a longer time.

...

Although he complained in his heart, Chang Fu still responded readily: "Yes."

Let’s not talk about how chaotic the Song family will be, but this tortuous day has passed just like that.

The next day, the news of President Song's murder spread all over Haicheng and made the headlines of Haicheng Daily.

Within a few days, newspapers all over the country reported the news, and of course, also reported the final handling of the case by the Haicheng Police Department.

The various forces in Haicheng were not very satisfied with the handling results of the police station, but they did not dare to offend them and had to accept it. On the surface, it was still prosperous and peaceful, but secretly, it was turbulent.

At the same time, a crisis is brewing in the Northeast region, and it is about to devour China's Northeast like a beast.

But the warlords in power in China had no idea about it.

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