His Beloved Treasure

The police had already intervened, and she wasn’t scared.

But somehow, she still felt a bit drained.

Hope rekindled in those somewhat blurry eyes shortly after, and Jing Qing immediately ran downstairs, ”Grandpa!”

The old man had just wanted to stop Jing Feng and ask what had happened when he heard his granddaughter rushing down from upstairs and immediately turned around, his hands gripping his canes and poking the ground, his heart tightened when he saw his granddaughter crying pitifully.

Fifteen minutes later, the old man made a phone call, while Jing Qing sat next to him, too nervous to even take a deep breath.

At that moment, Qiao Yi happened to be on the phone with Mu Yichen when he noticed that the police officer who had been helping him deal with the ringleader of the troublemakers also took a call. Seeing his expression, Qiao Yi frowned and said into the phone, ”Someone might have intervened.”

”Tell their people to get lost.”

”Yes!”

In his heart, Qiao Yi actually thought that Mu Yichen was somewhat ruthless, after all, Jing Qing was also one of their own, but as a subordinate, not resisting leadership was also his duty.

After hanging up the call, Qiao Yi walked over to the police officer, ”What’s going on?”

”We’ll take him back for questioning, our boss just called. The matter isn’t big or small, but we can’t be coerced into confessing.”

”Did you call our boss Mu?”

Qiao Yi lifted his eyes, his voice not loud, but his meaning was very clear.

The police officer immediately glanced at him, his serious face suddenly twitched, forcing a dry smile, ”What does Boss Mu mean?”

”We’ll sort it out ourselves!”

Of course, Qiao Yi wouldn’t say out loud the dominating order from Mu Yichen to ”get lost,” but his intent was clear both in words and in his eyes.

The officer instinctively looked up at Qiao Yi, his gaze sharp, but Qiao Yi smiled faintly and patted the officer on the shoulder.

”If there’s any trouble from above, just push it onto Boss Mu.”

The officer didn’t say anything else, laughed helplessly, nodded, and then gestured to his subordinates to leave one after another.

Meanwhile, the ringleader who had been sitting on the ground with a bruised and swollen face, looked up at Qiao Yi’s back and instinctively stood up, thinking to sneak away unnoticed, but as soon as he tried to run, Qiao Yi, with quick reflexes, spotted him and kicked him in the waist just as he took a couple of steps, sending him diving into the dusty ground.

”Ah!”

The man’s chin collided with the ground and he yelled out in pain.

”Kid, thinking you can run away in front of me is a dream.”

Qiao Yi’s foot was firmly planted in the middle of his back, and he coldly reminded him with a sneer, then looked at his subordinates, ”Tie him up properly for me, and bring over the stuff we prepared earlier. If he doesn’t spill the truth, shove the dirty stuff we’ve prepared into his intestines.”

As Qiao Yi spoke, his tone shifted from nonchalant to deadly serious. The onlookers began to panic without seeing anything, yet they smelled something nauseating wafting in from outside.

Shortly thereafter, as the items were being brought in front of him, several of his cohorts were caught one by one.

It’s more difficult to deal with one person, but a group is much easier to handle. The crowd watched as his pitiful appearance made the defiant attitude they had before disappear instantly.

Mu Yichen had given two hours, so Qiao Yi left his brothers to handle the inside while he smoked outside. When the time was almost up, he looked inside and then heard the door to the workshop open, his brother emerging from it.

”Brother Yi, it’s about done!”

”Hmph!”

Qiao Yi snorted coldly, then went back in.

They were just a group of trouble-loving residents, nothing to worry about, so it didn’t feel like a big accomplishment to Qiao Yi that it took so long to find out what was going on. As he entered, he glared at them with penetrating eyes, ”Guys, speak up. Who exactly has been spreading rumors around you, or did you take someone’s money?”

As Qiao Yi questioned them, he reached into his pocket for his mobile phone.

Twenty minutes later, Qiao Yi sent a video clip to Mu Yichen’s phone.

Mu Yichen had returned to the bedroom and was sitting beside Qin Mu, handing her fruit, when he heard his phone ring and glanced at it.

He then turned and moved next to Qin Mu, embracing her shoulders and half lying back against the headboard as he opened the video on his phone.

Watching the video, Qin Mu became restless in his arms, straightening her back away from his chest to look at the screen, remembering the man who had tried to smash her head with a gardening tool, and how their staff had saved her.