“Hey, is this an attempt to defy the heavens? The number one killer is going to marry Ye Cong. It looks like Interpol is going to be crazy with work this time.” As the police officer spoke, he turned to look at Qian Yikun, who stood behind Lil Zhao as he read the inside news. “Captain Qian, I heard that you know that killer. How is she? Is she tall and burly?”
Whether it was Mo Fei or Ye Cong, neither of those two had much to do with them because they were international bigshots who would probably not come to China.
Therefore, they were just here to join in the rabble.
Their internal channel merely announced the news. The amused person-in-charge also sent them another line—the shaerdai from the strong alliance was coming.
What he meant by shaerdai was the child between a killer and another killer. Although Ye Cong was not a killer, his businesses involved killing. Therefore, he could be considered a killer.
When Qian Yikun saw this, his expression turned even darker.
Anger, pain, helplessness, and extreme madness came crashing down on his chest all at once, throwing him into an uncontrollable spiral. Therefore, he turned around and walked out until he reached the training room to punch the sandbags.
If the sandbag was Ye Cong, he would have been beaten to death by Qian Yikun hundreds of times.
Qian Yikun’s sweat poured down like rain, but it did nothing to relieve the frustration in his heart. It only made the frustration in his heart grow stronger, eroding his heart.
Mo Fei was about to get married? The woman who was by his side yesterday was about to marry someone else today?
This woman who would do anything to achieve her own goals gave up on him and married someone else.
Qian Yikun lay on the ground in the training room. Even as he stared at the ceiling, it felt like the ceiling was spinning, creating one vortex after another.
In the middle of the whirlpool was Mo Fei’s face. The unerasable face that became clearer and clearer kept moving downward until it finally pressed down on his face.
“So, it’s true that you agreed to marry me only to achieve your goals,” Qian Yikun muttered softly. His endless self-mockery seemed to take a spin in the space around him before returning to his ears.
The vice-captain came in from outside and sat beside Qian Yikun. “The first time I saw her, I knew that there was more than meets the eye about this woman.”
The vice-captain did not name anyone but Qian Yikun knew who he was talking about.
Therefore, Qian Yikun remained silent.
“Even though I don’t know how you ended up with her, this is good. Unless she’s willing to spend the rest of her life with you with a changed name and identity, disasters will happen sooner or later,” the vice-captain said as he patted Qian Yikun’s shoulder.
Mo Fei could never change her name and identity. This was something that Qian Yikun discovered during this period of time because her restraint caused her to lose her true self.
And that was what he fell in love with.
Mo Fei mentioned that she never killed a good person.
She had merely done something on behalf of the police that the police could not do. Which of the people that she killed had no blood on their hands?
“If she’s willing to conceal her identity, then she is no longer her,” Qian Yikun said slowly. Perhaps it was as Mo Qi had said—he was never worthy of Mo Fei.
He was not worthy of such an independent and energetic girl.
“Strengthen our recent patrols. We might be taking over the number one human trafficking organization under the name, Tian, soon,” Qian Yikun announced as he sat up immediately. Since she had chosen to work alongside Ye Cong, he could only deal with the aftermath and accept this fact.
At least, she would not have to worry.
