Everyone in the Group is a Main Character, Except Me Who's the Villain

220: Chapter 220 Mr. Fang, I’ve long admired your name.Ji Lingshuang and Fang Ming could be considered old acquaintances. Previously in Jia City, Fang Ming had helped them catch a fugitive, and later, when they encountered six thugs, Ji Lingshuang had brought people out to help him.

Coupled with the recent gunfight on the Yakang Expressway, every event had left a deep impression on her.

However, now was not the time to consider such things. Turning back into the room, she picked up the evidence on the table and gave it a brief look; Ji Lingshuang’s face turned slightly cold.

”Take him away!”

Two of the criminal investigators received the order and stepped forward to untie Yang Biao while simultaneously snapping on handcuffs.

Poor Yang Biao; until the moment he was locked behind iron bars, he didn’t even know how he had ended up there.

Most importantly, with Ji Lingshuang—a female police officer who detested evil and possessed a deep background—on the case, even if the Qin Family stepped in, they wouldn’t be able to save him.

At eleven o’clock that night, Qin Family Villa, study.

Qin Xiao stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, holding an unlit cigarette in his hand, his gaze falling upon the heavy darkness outside.

A phone lay on the desk, its screen still lit, displaying the call log of a just-ended conversation with Old Ghost.

Yang Biao had been arrested.

Suspected of organizing gang-related crimes, usury, violent debt collection, intentional injury, extortion... just the charges Old Ghost reported numbered seven or eight, and the evidence was solid, caught red-handed with the loot.

Qin Xiao closed his eyes and slowly exhaled.

Yang Biao had followed the Qin Family for nearly twenty years, starting from his father’s generation. Although this man was crude, impulsive, and brainless, his merit lay in his obedience—he would strike wherever he was pointed. Over the years, he had handled many unsavory matters for him.

Now, just like that, he was in.

And he went in without any warning, without any power to fight back.

What did the words ’solid evidence’ mean? It meant that Yang Biao had things in his possession that even he, Qin Xiao, didn’t know about, yet the opponent knew them inside out.

”The waters of Chengdu are getting deeper and deeper,” Qin Xiao lamented in his heart.

At the same time, he became even more certain of his decision not to act rashly.

In this life, too many things were different from the last. If he still followed his previous way of thinking, perhaps the next one to go in would be himself.

He sat back in his chair, picked up his phone, and sent a message to Old Ghost.

[Qin Xiao]: ”Don’t worry about Yang Biao’s matter. Just have a lawyer go through the motions.”

After sending the message, he tossed the phone onto the desk, leaned back against the chair, and let out a long breath.

...

The next morning, sunlight spilled through the gaps in the curtains into the hotel guest room, laying down golden stripes across the floor.

Fang Ming was still sleeping, with Chu Yao curled in his arms, her breathing steady. The two of them had been busy until very late last night; he was awakened by his phone ringing.

Caller ID: Ji Lingshuang.

Slipping his arm out from under Chu Yao’s head, Fang Ming answered the call.

”Mr. Fang, thank you for last night. This Yang Biao has committed no small crimes; he might be sentenced to life.”

”How long he’s sentenced for has nothing to do with me, as long as he can’t get out in the short term.”

”That Middle-aged Man from last night, what’s your relationship with him?”

”What Middle-aged Man? I don’t know!”

Ji Lingshuang: ”...”

Fang Ming was playing dumb, leaving Ji Lingshuang speechless. That Middle-aged Man’s methods were clearly not in accordance with the law, but in some cases, being too law-abiding made it impossible to punish evil.

Ji Lingshuang was not a person who stuck blindly to conventions.

”Forget it if you won’t say. When you have time, I’ll treat you to a meal.”

”We’ll talk about it later...”

After some pleasantries with Ji Lingshuang, Fang Ming hung up and stretched comfortably.

As a criminal investigator, Ji Lingshuang actually didn’t get to the bottom of things when encountering such a situation? It was quite interesting.

However, with Yang Biao dealt with and Qin Xiao lying low, the coming days would be comfortable.

He had Lin Chen send a few medical books and Ye Tian send two awesome cultivation techniques. During the day, he attended various dates and gatherings, keeping himself busy.

At night, he used the ’Super Memory’ and ’Extreme Thinking’ he’d gotten from the top student to study these medical books and techniques, keeping himself busy in a different way.

The second week, a workday.

The ’Deep Blue Technology’ stock Fang Ming bought supposedly researched some kind of intelligent AI. Once released, it became a hit across the internet, and the stock hit its daily limit on the first day.

Qiao Xingyue and Chen Qian were ecstatic to see the stock rise so much and immediately found ways to add more funds.

Three days later in the afternoon, Qiao Xingyue gave herself to Fang Ming.

The reason was simple: the lease on her rented apartment was about to expire, the landlord had raised the rent, and she didn’t want to renew. She asked Fang Ming if he had any suitable properties.

Fang Ming wasn’t a real estate agent; by asking this question, she clearly wanted to further her relationship with him.

Coincidentally, Fang Ming had an idle villa. Both had this intention, and everything fell into place naturally.

”Here are the villa keys. You can live here from now on.”

In the bedroom of the Moon Lake Bend Villa, the floor-to-ceiling windows weren’t fully closed. The sunlight from outside filtered in, casting faint shadows on the ceiling.

Qiao Xingyue leaned against the headboard, her hair a bit messy, her face still flushed from moments ago.

Fang Ming took a bunch of keys from the nightstand drawer and handed them to her.

Looking at the villa keys before her, Qiao Xingyue was first stunned, then said with some difficulty.

”Such a luxurious villa... I... I can’t afford the rent.”

”You’re with me now, why talk about rent?”

Qiao Xingyue’s eyes lit up: ”Really?? Then should I call you ’Sugar Daddy’ now?”

Fang Ming smiled playfully: ”Wouldn’t it be better to just call me ’Daddy’?”

”You... you’re annoying.”

Qiao Xingyue playfully punched Fang Ming, gripped the keys in her hand, leaned back, and rested her head on his shoulder.

Although she had already made up her mind, she still felt some emotion now that she had actually reached this step.

Fortunately, Fang Ming wasn’t the kind of scumbag who wouldn’t take responsibility after the act, or else she would have lost big.

Ring ring ring!

The phone suddenly rang, the caller ID showing ’Aunt Zhang’.

Fang Ming was curious; usually, this housekeeper never took the initiative to contact him. Did something happen today?

”Hello, Mr. Fang. Some guests came to the house saying they want to see you. They look like some big bosses.”

”Big bosses??” Fang Ming narrowed his eyes. ”What are their names?”

”They didn’t say!”

”Entertain them well for me. I’ll be back right away.”

Fang Ming didn’t think much of it. He tidied up, said goodbye to Qiao Xingyue, and drove toward Jinjiang Courtyard.

Half an hour later, Fang Ming drove into the villa area and saw two black Maybachs parked at the entrance of his villa from a distance.

The car bodies were polished to a shine. Two bodyguards in black suits stood by the cars, hands folded in front of them, motionless like two statues.

Parking his car in the underground garage, he leisurely walked back to the entrance.

The two bodyguards glanced at him but didn’t block him; they merely stepped aside slightly, making way for him to enter.

In the living room, Aunt Zhang stood to the side with a nervous expression. A Middle-aged Man sat on the sofa, wearing a custom dark gray shirt with platinum diamond-encrusted cufflinks. He sat with his legs crossed, holding a cup of tea, sipping it unhurriedly.

Two more bodyguards stood behind him, looking even more capable than the two outside. Their eyes were sharp, clearly indicating they were trained fighters.

Hearing footsteps, the Middle-aged Man looked up, his gaze falling on Fang Ming.

He quickly set down his teacup and stood up, an approachable smile appearing on his face.

”Mr. Fang, I have long heard of your name.”

Fang Ming stood at the door, narrowing his eyes as he sized him up. ”And you are...?”

The Middle-aged Man took two steps forward and extended his hand.

”Let me introduce myself, Shangguan Hong.”