"Uncle, next time we meet, I hope not to see you , falling apart. Fighting!"
Just as she was about to reach the door, Quan Shangying cheered and swung her fist.
The ringing of a bell resounded.
Two steps away from the room door, An Zairong stopped and took out his phone.
"Boss, Cui Zaiye has gone missing recently."
"What do you mean by missing?"
"...It seems like he has disappeared. Apparently, his subordinates are looking for him, too."
The voice on the phone was ambiguous.
At the glance of the nearby apartment door, An Zairong said, "Understood."
After putting down his phone, he didn’t go out but instead walked to the window, stealthily glanced outside, and then looked at the electronic clock on the wall.
"Uncle, what are you doing?"
Quan Shangying was puzzled.
An Zairong ignored her, observed through the window for a moment, and stated calmly, "No matter what happens, do not come out."
Quan Shangying was clueless, her face filled with question marks.
An Zairong, who had been mysterious, didn’t explain. He stood hidden by the window, the setting sun casting a shadow over his eyes that glowed darkly.
As if making a decision, he walked to the door, pulled the handle, and walked out composedly. Just as Quan Shangying was about to follow, the door slammed shut with a "bang."
Moments away from getting her nose hit, Quan Shangying hastily stepped back several paces, staring at the firmly closed door, indignant.
"Rude guy, go by yourself then. Miss me doesn’t see you out!"
An Zairong, who left alone, didn’t look around nervously but arrogantly made his way through the corridor, majestically taking the elevator to go downstairs.
Below the apartment building.
Four cars were already parked steadily.
"Prosecutor Che, that thug said there’s someone else in the room. If An Zairong takes her as a hostage..."
The assistant’s worries were not unreasonable.
Che Changmin didn’t respond but picked up the walkie-talkie, "Alight from the cars, seal off all entrances and exits of the apartment building."
The car doors opened.
Most of the prosecutors who had followed Che Changmin from Seoul quickly exited their vehicles, their expressions grave, moving in well-coordinated silence to execute their orders without a sound.
In reality, the building didn’t have many exits, just two, aside from the fire escape, and only one main entrance.
The fully alert prosecutors formed teams of five, securing both entrances tightly. Although they didn’t draw their weapons, their hands were always at the ready, resting on the holsters at their waists.
Che Changmin looked up, gazing through the windshield towards the direction of the sixth floor before he pretended to open the door and get out.
"Prosecutor Che, you can’t go, it’s too dangerous."
The assistant warned with anxiety.
The reputation precedes the person.
Although the thug had said An Zairong was alone without any backup, caution was still required for a murderer as erratic and cold-hearted as this one.
Moreover, times had changed, and nobody knew if An Zairong might be driven to desperate actions.
"Prosecutor Che, let’s go. You should stay in the car."
"I am white, he is black, there’s no reason for white to fear black."
Ignoring the assistant’s well-intentioned warning, Che Changmin insisted on getting out of the car.
But just then, before the poised prosecutors could rush to the building, a silhouette gradually emerged from the apartment building’s main entrance into the hazy light of the setting sun.
Che Changmin paused, gazing through the windshield.
The person walked out from inside the building.
The assistant’s breath caught, and even though the other party was indeed alone, he couldn’t suppress the overwhelming psychological pressure he felt.
The five prosecutors by the entrance were also taken aback, not expecting the target to show up on his own, but they quickly regained composure and promptly drew their weapons to encircle him.
"An Zairong, we suspect you’re involved in a premeditated murder case. Come with us for questioning!"
An Zairong didn’t react violently, nor did he show any panic. Facing several dark gun muzzles, he stood his ground composedly.
"Where is Prosecutor Che Changmin?"
Even with the situation under control, the several prosecutors didn’t let their guard down, holding their guns tightly and watching this notorious crime boss without a hint of relaxation.
"You’ll naturally see him when you come with us."
One of them reached back to his waist, ready to draw out handcuffs.
Che Changmin alighted.
An Zairong looked over, without any signs of despair or entrapment, instead offering a slight smile.
"Prosecutor Che, we meet again."
"I am very sorry to meet Mr. An ."
Che Changmin walked over, calm and composed.
"An Zairong has shown up, main entrance, gather quickly!"
The assistant called out urgently on the walkie-talkie, then hurried to get out of the car.
"Mr. An, please accompany us."
The encirclement relaxed.
Che Changmin stopped walking.
An Zairong looked at him for a moment, then heaved a sigh.
"Prosecutor Che is indeed formidable."
Che Changmin remained unperturbed, "It’s good that I did not arrive too late."
An Zairong gave a chuckle.
"Yes, if it had been a bit later, Prosecutor Che might have made a wasted trip."
"I don’t think so. The location would just be different. Mr. An, justice may be late, but it never fails to arrive."
An Zairong’s smile grew brighter.
"Justice may be late, but it won’t be absent, well said."
Che Changmin remained expressionless.
An Zairong offered no resistance, even lifting his hands cooperatively.
"Prosecutor Che, I really hoped, you know, to sit down and have a proper chat with you. I wonder if there’s a chance for that."
His words seemed oddly suggestive.