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East Eighth District, Yanjing City time, 10 AM.

Yang City, Central Region.

The rain that had been brewing for half a morning finally fell.

Near the Yang Cheng train station, Ye Yuan was dressed in a gray coat. His body was straight like a spear that soared into the sky.

He stood at the intersection and extended his palm.

Ice-cold raindrops fell on his palm.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the entire intersection outside the station was filled with panic.

Ye Yuan did not move, allowing the raindrops to wet his body.

Not far away from him.

The Wang Family's Wang Hai had a stubbly beard and sunken eye sockets. A pair of malicious eyes stared intently at Ye Yuan and also did not move at all, allowing the raindrops to fall.

……

A bus stopped at the platform.

Ye Yuan turned around and squeezed into the crowd, stepping into the carriage.

Behind him.

Wang Hai reacted quickly and took big strides. He walked to the bus stop and placed his palm on a young man's shoulder. He exerted force with his palm and dragged the young man back, almost falling to the ground.

The young man turned around angrily and met Wang Hai's cold eyes.

In an instant, the words that were about to come out of his mouth were forcefully swallowed back.

It was the gaze of an indifferent life.

Ye Yuan squeezed to the back of the carriage. Wang Hai stood at the position of the carriage's door. His body was also wet, with water droplets flowing down his hair and falling continuously.

……

In the morning.

Ye Yuan followed the planned steps in the route and shook off all the people following behind him, regardless of whether they were detectives from the Detective Bureau or from the underground circle of Yang Cheng, the people who received Wang Changjiang's bounty.

Of course.

All of this was except for Wang Hai who was behind him.

While Ye Yuan was deep in thought, the Route 109 bus started up again. The crowded crowd, the humid air of the rainy day, made the entire carriage's environment seem somewhat uncomfortable.

The carriage shook.

Ye Yuan pulled on the hanging ring with one hand. A pair of clear black and white eyes looked at Wang Hai in the middle of the carriage through the crowd inside the carriage.

Their eyes met.

Ye Yuan's brows gradually rose, his gaze carrying some ridicule and amusement.

Wang Hai's expression was cold, and his eyes looked like he was looking at a dead man.

Rather than saying that it was this Wang family's hatchet man who followed closely.

It might be better to say that Ye Yuan gradually filtered out the crowd following behind him according to the steps of the path. In the end, he left behind this existence called Wang Hai.

……

The bus gradually drove out of Central City and headed toward the Outer Ring Road.

Yang Cheng was very big.

It was raining heavily in Central City, but it was still sunny in the central and southern regions.

Ye Yuan took a look at the time on his wrist. It was exactly 10:55:39 AM. He got off the car at a location near the outer ring of the city, Nanhua Botanic Garden.

He stood in front of the square outside the Botanic Garden.

Ye Yuan's gaze revolved around. He saw that at the side of the plaza, there were hawkers selling balloons, holding dozens of balloons of different colors in their hands.

"This is the balloon vendor recorded in the steps of the route?”

Ye Yuan said.

His eyes flickered as the last step appeared in his mind. His expression changed, and his breathing became slightly narrow.

……

Just as Ye Yuan took large strides and walked towards the peddler selling balloons.

At this moment.

There were even more people watching him from afar.

Yang Cheng, Detective Bureau, Special Task Force.

In the medium-sized conference room, the detectives were being mobilized one by one.

The atmosphere in the conference room became tense and solemn.

"Ever since that kid left, my left eyelid has been twitching.”

"Something else is going to happen!"

He Guangzong, an old senior detective, puffed out a cloud of smoke. He lowered his eyes, and there was smoke lingering in front of his face. He listened to the reports from all sides. After a while, he suddenly said in a deep voice.

……

"I just figured it out."

He Guangzong paused and continued,

"This morning, I sent Ye Yuan off.”

"That kid, we can't tell if he's real or fake…"

"But now, I understand.”

……

She heard He Guangzong's voice.

In the meeting room, everyone looked at the latter.

"He was invited by us last night until he left this morning…"

He Guangzong raised his head and looked at everyone. Then, he said," The emotion he displayed was clearly an extremely unstable explosive emotion!”

"He's telling us…"

"He won't tolerate it!"

"He will retaliate with very strong countermeasures…"

He Guangzong's voice gradually became louder and more solemn.

"Ye Yuan endured for too long. He doesn't want to endure anymore, doesn't want to endure anymore!”

……

As soon as He Guangzong finished speaking.

In the conference room, the eyelids of the experts with rich criminal investigation experience twitched.

In front of the conference room, in front of a large screen.

The city map of Yang Cheng lit up in different colors with different road networks.

"This morning."

"Ye Yuan showed us his very rich counter-reconnaissance means.”

" More than ten groups of our brothers were all left behind by him through coincidental or non-coincidental means…"

After a while, the middle-aged detective surnamed Peng stood up and continued to speak in a deep voice.

……

Yang Cheng, Hengke Real Estate Group Building, 59th floor.

Ever since the incident with the eldest daughter, Luo Yan.

Wang Changjiang set his sights on Ye Yuan.

In the office.

His eyes were closed quietly…

The middle-aged butler bowed beside him and softly said the message Wang Hai had sent.

……

"Master."

"Wang Hai said that he'll definitely bring Ye Yuan to you before nine o'clock tonight.”

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Today, the fresh flowers, monthly votes, and evaluation votes were practically untouched…

I beg you weakly!

During the free period, there was no such data. It was really guilty…

Please, everyone!

Bowing!

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