The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 19: 019: He smelled the milky scent on her.

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“He just had a watch worth twelve million stolen, and he’s catching the thief now.”

Han Feng had a cold face and a temper, “We didn’t steal it.”

Qiao Nanchu pulled out a cigarette and lit it, “Who knows.”

About ten minutes later, Mr. Cheng from the Criminal Investigation Team arrived and detained Han Feng and his group.

Qiao Nanchu wasn’t part of the Criminal Investigation Team, so he just watched from the side, smoked two cigarettes, and was in a good mood when he said to Mr. Cheng, “I suspect they hid the stolen goods in the car.”

Mr. Cheng’s direct superior was Qiao Nanchu’s cousin-in-law.

To be honest, Mr. Cheng still didn’t understand what this young master was up to, but he had to give him face, “Tow the car away too.”

Just like that, both the people and the car were taken to the station. Additionally, Mr. Cheng left a team at the scene to continue the search.

Qiao Nanchu stubbed out his cigarette, crossed the street, and knocked on Jiang Zhi’s car window.

“Hand over the stolen goods.”

Jiang Zhi took off the watch from his wrist and threw it to him.

Qiao Nanchu weighed it in his hand, playing with it, “The Luo Family wouldn’t get involved personally. It’s Han Feng who’s covering for them. Mr. Cheng’s team is already checking inside the community. If Han Feng has the goods, the police can find them. If not, then it’s still with Zhou Qingrang.”

Anyway, as long as it didn’t fall into the hands of the Luo Family, the goal was accomplished.

Jiang Zhi disliked the Luo Family and just wanted to stir up some trouble for them, which was why he came to cause some chaos.

Qiao Nanchu looked at Jiang Zhi, “Aren’t you going back?”

He answered irrelevantly, “Zhou Qingrang’s legs don’t work?”

“Almost, he had one amputated, and the other one’s almost useless too.” He either had to use a wheelchair or crutches. His legs were practically useless.

Jiang Zhi got out of the car.

“What else do you want to do?”

“That sickly guy can’t beat the Luo Family.”

If the evidence from the Cheng Feiran incident was still in Zhou Qingrang’s hands and hadn’t been made public yet, the Luo Family wouldn’t miss out on trying to snatch it.

Qiao Nanchu found it funny, “Aren’t you a sickly guy too?”

Jiang Zhi took a woolen black coat from the car and draped it over himself, “Mm, I’m going in to visit a fellow patient.”

Qiao Nanchu, “…”

Visit my ass!

Luo Qinghe had just found out about Zhou Qingrang from Cheng Feiran, and Jiang Zhi followed right after, clearly wanting to mess with the Luo Family and make things difficult for her.

The evidence in Zhou Qingrang’s hands couldn’t fall back into the hands of the Luo Family, right?

Qiao Nanchu was going to follow, but the Intelligence Department called him with a major case, so he answered the call outside first.

The elevator was sealed, with police officers guarding all exits.

Ah Wan walked in front, and the voice-activated lights were broken, making it so dark the path was barely visible. Upon reaching the first floor, he discovered someone fainted on the ground and immediately took a defensive stance, “Boss, don’t go up, something’s wrong.”

It was someone sent by the Luo Family. Who knocked him out? Zhou Qingrang, like his employer, was also a sickly person.

Oh, by the way, Ah Wan recently started calling him boss. Because his IQ wasn’t high, his employer showed him extreme disdain. He felt he needed to reinvent himself to showcase his extraordinary abilities to his employer.

Jiang Zhi glanced at the person on the ground.

Eager to prove himself, Ah Wan immediately stepped forward and said bravely, “Boss, stay behind. I’ll clear the way for you.” He wanted to see who else besides the sworn enemies of the Luo Family!

Just as Ah Wan finished speaking, a shadow flashed behind him. He turned his head immediately, but it was too late, as a foot swung towards him and struck his waist directly.

With a thud, Ah Wan fell flat on the ground.

“…”

His supposed invincibility…

Damn!

He supported himself to get up, but his waist hurt too much, and with another thud, he fell again.

“…” @@novelbin@@

Which path are they from, with such strength?

Ah Wan, who never had a temper, was also angry now, “Who the hell are you? Sneaking attacks like a coward!” This coward!

This voice…

Zhou Xufang was stunned.

Suddenly, a beam of light shone over.

Jiang Zhi held his phone, moving the light beam to scan her face, arms, and the letters on her jacket.

“It’s you again.”

He laughed. Enemies meet on a narrow path.

Zhou Xufang raised her hand to block the light from the phone.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Ah Wan suddenly jumped up and swung a punch at her. She almost instinctively countered by twisting Ah Wan’s wrist, causing a cracking sound, making him yelp in pain.

She immediately let go.

Ah Wan took the opportunity to punch her shoulder.

Fang Lixiang had mentioned that Ah Wan was once a boxing athlete, having won a national youth boxing championship in his early years. If he hadn’t strayed into robbery, he might have been a world champion by now. He was very strong, and Zhou Xufang was forced to take several steps back after being punched.

What should she do? Should she fight him? Zhou Xufang frowned.

“Ah Wan.” Jiang Zhi shone the phone light at him.

Ah Wan got the message and withdrew.

“The police are outside,” Jiang Zhi walked forward, shining the phone’s flashlight right in her face, “Take off your mask, and I’ll let them release you.”

She stayed silent.

He approached and reached out to remove it.

“Boss—”

She grabbed him and pinned him against the wall.

With a crash, the phone fell to the ground, and the blingbling screen protector Xue Baoyi had bought shattered.

“Cough cough cough…”

His breathing became heavy instantly, his lips turned pale, and his face flushed.

Ah Wan shouted, “Scum, let go of my boss!”

Jiang Zhi, “…”

Zhou Xufang, “…”

That shout of ‘scum’ did a fantastic job of diverting attention, and Ah Wan took this chance to punch at the ‘scum’s’ neck, pulling his knockout move, just like always–

The ‘scum’ didn’t even turn his head, kicking sideways so fast it was a blur, hitting Ah Wan squarely in the waist and abdomen, the force making his internal organs shake.

Can’t you kick somewhere else?!

Ah Wan felt his waist go numb and fell backward. This ‘scum’ was a martial arts master… he tilted his head and passed out completely.

Did she kick too hard? She only used one-tenth of her strength, Zhou Xufang frowned even more.

“Trying to kidnap me again?” Jiang Zhi was staring at her.

The light was dim, but his gaze seemed to light a fire, glowing intensely.

Afraid he would see through her, she covered his eyes with her palm, pressing her elbow against his shoulder, lowering her voice, “I’ll be gentle.”

I’ll be gentle—one of the scum’s iconic lines.

Jiang Zhi, “… If you touch me one more time, I’ll—”

She raised her hand, chopping at his neck.

His body went limp and he passed out, sliding down.

Zhou Xufang instinctively hugged his waist, supporting him against the wall, muttering, “I’m not a scum.”

She felt a bit sad, being misunderstood.

She put him down, squatted for a while, then stood up, turned around, and started upstairs. She came back again, took off Ah Wan’s coat, and put it on Jiang Zhi.

His body was weak, he couldn’t catch a cold.

She squatted there, looked at him for a moment, heard footsteps downstairs, then left, heading straight to the rooftop. The police sirens blared downstairs, and she jumped to the opposite building.

Ten minutes later, the door to apartment 904 of building nine was knocked on.

“Knock, knock.”

Someone inside opened the door, “May I help you?”

Mr. Cheng flashed his police badge, “We are the police.”

Zhou Qingrang leaned on crutches, leaning against the wall with some difficulty, “Is something the matter?”

“This complex has seen both thieves and robbers. Mr. Zhou, have you noticed anything unusual?” It was Young Master Qiao who gave the heads-up; Zhou Qingrang needed to be watched closely, not even a fly could escape.

Zhou Qingrang said no.

He looked normal, apparently unaware of all the troubles outside.

“Our officers will be stationed outside tonight. If you notice anything, just call us.”

“Thank you.”

Mr. Cheng said ‘sorry for the disturbance’ and turned to make arrangements.

Zhou Qingrang closed the door, pushed his wheelchair to the bedroom, took the USB drive from the computer, and held it in his palm. Who sent this thing? Who was helping him?

Nearly midnight, Xue Baoyi was having a blast at a night club when Qiao Nanchu called him to the hospital, saying Jiang Zhi had fainted again.

“Brother Zhi.”

“Brother Zhi.”

Jiang Zhi’s eyelashes fluttered and he opened his eyes.

Xue Baoyi sat by the bed, peeling a banana, “Finally awake.” He grinned, “You delicate beauty, going to the hospital every other day, almost killing me with worry, scared you’d kick the bucket.”

Jiang Zhi propped himself up to sit.

Xue Baoyi quickly supported him.

“How’s Zhou Qingrang?”

Xue Baoyi heard about it from Qiao Nanchu, “Nothing happened. Nanchu has the Criminal Investigation Team guarding him. Don’t worry, they won’t get what he has.” Hearing Jiang Zhi still coughing, he threw the banana away and helped him breathe easier, “What’s wrong with you? That professional errand runner is like your nemesis, sending you to the hospital again.”

Jiang Zhi kept a cold face, saying nothing.

Qiao Nanchu came over, followed by Ah Wan, wrapped in bandages around his waist and looking like he was breathing more than living, such a big guy, almost six feet three, two hundred pounds, so frail.

“Awake?”

Jiang Zhi leaned against the bed weakly, in bad shape.

Qiao Nanchu asked, “Did you find anything new this time? What’s special about that Z?”

The second confrontation, and they still didn’t get much, and couldn’t trace it back.

Jiang Zhi thought deeply for a while, looking weary with dark circles under his eyes, “The light was too dim to see clearly, and the voice was disguised, but,”

“But what?”

He thought for a moment, “She has a scent.”

Qiao Nanchu thought he heard wrong, “What scent?”

Jiang Zhi was sure, “Milk.”

“…”

Someone the police had been chasing for years without a clue, a professional fighter who could take down over a dozen trained individuals… had a milk scent?

Jiang Zhi coughed, caught his breath, “It smells just like the milk I drink.”

“…”

Qiao Nanchu had nothing to say.