Chapter 101: This Is Insane**
"Wu Yifan, you bastard! Explain yourself, or I'll fight you to the end!"
"Wu Yifan, are you even listening? Spit it out!"
"Wu Yifan…!"
Fu Junyao is about to go crazy. As the dignified police chief, with a team of capable officers under her command, she'd never been so thoroughly bullied—let alone by someone like Wu Yifan. Every time they clashed, she ended up speechless, as if *she* owed him something. If her subordinates saw this, she couldn't imagine what they'd think.
Wu Yifan, however, had no time for her shrieking and flailing. His face was stern, hands gripping the steering wheel as he pushed the police car faster and faster, its speed nearly matching that of an off-road vehicle.
The earlier incident had been absurdly straightforward: After yanking Fu Junyao into the cruiser, Wu Yifan had immediately reached for her, searching for the car keys. But Fu Junyao, thinking he intended to molest her in public, had started swinging at him. To her shock, the normally hot-tempered Wu Yifan didn't fight back—he took six solid slaps, staring at her with such a grave expression that she'd nearly driven them to a mental hospital to check if he'd lost his mind. Then he'd grunted, "Hit me all you want, but give me the keys. It's an emergency!"
His tone had terrified her—so serious, it was like he was at a funeral. Flustered and unsure what to do, she'd numbly handed over the keys. By the time she'd fully processed what was happening, he'd already turned the police car into a rocket, leaving her feeling thoroughly tricked.
Watching Wu Yifan speed in a *police car* filled her with rage. She'd met countless arrogant thugs, but they'd all cowered like kindergarten kids in her presence. Wu Yifan, though? He behaved more arrogantly in front of her than anyone else, as if he were openly challenging her. Her teeth ground together, "crack, crack," and she wanted nothing more than to gnaw his head off like pork.
Catching a glimpse of Fu Junyao's near-feral expression and fire-spitting eyes, Wu Yifan sighed deeply. "I really do have an emergency. Once it's done, I'll let you do whatever you want with me—lock me up, beat me, anything."
Fu Junyao, who'd been waiting ages for him to speak, felt a surge of triumph. So he *was* scared of her, deep down. A thrill ran through her—she lived for solving cases, and this reeked of trouble. But her face stayed tight as she snapped, "What emergency? Tell me."
"You?" Wu Yifan glanced at her dismissively, snorting.
"What's that supposed to mean? I'm more than capable. With what you've done today, you'd get at least a week in detention, plus fines. If you tell me everything honestly, maybe I'll let it slide. But if you hide anything… well, you know what I'm capable of." She meant it. Once, she'd fired a gun on the highway and stolen a sports car to race Wu Yifan—things that would've gotten any other cop fired. She'd only had to write a report and apologize. Her connections ran deep.
Wu Yifan knew this tangled far beyond a simple rescue. Qian Baoqing's Oriental Coast couldn't have grown so powerful alone—he must have officials in his pocket. Charging in alone would get him killed, or framed for crimes he didn't commit, before he could save Han Shishi. So he spun his tale, laying it on thick: Qian Baoqing was a monster who pimped out women for profit, while he, Wu Yifan, was a noble hero, brave enough to storm hell itself to save the innocent from evil.
Fu Junyao's dark eyes darted as she weighed his words. She'd heard rumors about Oriental Coast's shady dealings, but without proof, she couldn't act. Still, Wu Yifan's details were too vivid, his risk too great, for this to be a game. Doubt gnawed at her.
Sensing her skepticism, Wu Yifan prodded, "Hmph. So this is how you cops work? Qian Baoqing runs wild, and you do nothing. Are you turning a blind eye? Or are you in cahoots with him?"
Fu Junyao nearly jumped out of her seat, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Her life's goal was to be a good cop—protecting people, punishing criminals. To be called a corrupt accomplice to evil was a slap in the face. Her cheeks flushed, eyes blazing, as she snarled, "Wu Yifan, you can insult me all you want, but not my job. Explain yourself! Who's 'in cahoots'? Who's 'turning a blind eye'? If you don't clarify, I, Fu Junyao, will never let you off!"
"Isn't it obvious?" Wu Yifan lifted his chin, voice ringing with false righteousness. "Even a lowly security guard like me knows Oriental Coast forces girls into prostitution. You expect me to believe *you* haven't heard a thing? That you know nothing of its dirty secrets? Go ahead, shoot me. But I'll say this: justice exists. Evil never wins. The people will remember what you do." He'd escalated it to a matter of public interest and national security in three sentences.
Fu Junyao gaped, speechless. Finally, she stammered, "W-what are you talking about? If we knew, we would've…!"
"Swear to heaven you didn't know Oriental Coast was rotten?" Wu Yifan cut her off.
"I-I… I…" She faltered. She *had* heard things.
"If you're so sure, swear it. Swear that if you're lying, you'll be an old maid forever—no one will ever want you." Wu Yifan's grin turned malicious.
"I swear—" She stopped short, realization dawning. "Wu Yifan, who do you think you are? Why should I listen to you? You bastard, I'll kill you!" She'd had enough. She wanted to shoot him right then, to stop his endless taunts.
"Ah, so Officer Fu *does* know. My mistake—I was just joking!" Wu Yifan bowed obsequiously. "You know me, always cracking jokes. A born comedian!"
Fu Junyao ground her teeth, sneering, "Comedian? More like a tragedy in the making." Her hand drifted to her gun, a silent threat.
Cold sweat broke out on Wu Yifan's forehead. He remembered the last time he'd raced Song Mingjie—this she-devil had nearly shot him. There was nothing she wouldn't do. If he pushed her too far, he'd end up dead, no questions asked. He laughed nervously, "Officer Fu, don't get mad. It's not worth it. I was just… telling the truth."
"Truth?" She哼ed. His words might hold water, but his arrogance still infuriated her, like she was being wrongfully accused.
"I know there are good cops like you. But can you guarantee there aren't a few bad apples? Ones who lie to superiors, collude with scumbags?" Wu Yifan pressed, softer now.
"No one can guarantee that." Fu Junyao pouted, muttering.
"Exactly. Where there are many, there are all kinds. You say there's no proof against Oriental Coast—but is that because there *is* no proof… or because someone's covering it up? Who can say?" Wu Yifan's voice was calm, deliberate.
Fu Junyao had to admit he had a point. Over the years, there had been reports about Oriental Coast, but every raid turned up nothing—sometimes it was cleaner than other clubs. She'd suspected a mole, but investigations went nowhere, and the case fizzled out. She哼ed, "Fine. You're right. But with so many officers, how do we find the leak?"
"Easy," Wu Yifan said, a sinister smile spreading across his face.