Luoyu’s appearance at the Eastern Suburbs Sports Ground was unexpected.
She strode past two officers and approached Li Qiao, bowing slightly, "Are you alright?"
Li Qiao, leaning casually against the pool table, replied with indifference, "No, what brings you here?"
Luoyu took a step back, standing at an angle behind her, her tone flat, "Duty calls."
Li Qiao glanced at her, shaking her head dispassionately.
This person clearly radiated resistance, yet she acted contrary to her feelings.
At that moment, due to the presence of the officers, the murmurs around Pavilion No. 2 had significantly hushed.
Xiao Wang and his colleague were inquiring about the situation with the person in charge of the venue when he caught sight of Li Qiao’s figure.
Why is this little ancestor here too?
Xiao Wang couldn’t help but lose focus, letting his colleague continue the inquiry as he spun on his heel and made his way toward Li Qiao.
"Miss Li, we meet again. I’m Xiao Wang, remember me?"
The man in the floral shirt lying on the stretcher stared hopelessly at the ceiling, feeling he had hit rock bottom in life.
Why were even the police officers so polite to that girl?
Does she own South Sea?
Li Qiao eyed Xiao Wang’s sheepish cheeks, pondered for a few seconds before she recalled who he was.
Li Qiao greeted him coolly,
Fu Lvting also turned at the right moment and asked Xiao Wang, "Officer, today’s incident was a misunderstanding. Can we drop the charges?"
"A misunderstanding?" Xiao Wang looked at Li Qiao out of the corner of his eye before he straightened his expression, "We can drop the charges, as long as you confirm that the dispute has been resolved. Just send someone with me back to the police station to record a statement and sign the closure document."
With Xiao Wang’s mediation, the incident involving Nan Xin hitting someone was categorized as a minor dispute arising from a misunderstanding.
Li Qiao pinched the bridge of her nose with her eyes downcast, greeted Xiao Wang, then intended to lead her people to leave the sports ground early.
Outside the corridor, Fu Lvting called out to Li Qiao and hurried over.
He glanced over at Li Cheng and the others with an indistinct look and hesitated.
Li Qiao noticed his hesitation and nodded, "Just say it, there are no outsiders here."
At those words, Luoyu was momentarily taken aback, staring at Li Qiao’s back with a complex gaze, without blinking an eye.
Hearing this, Fu Lvting no longer hesitated and spoke bluntly, "I’ve checked, there really is no medical information for Guan Mingyu in the main hospital system. But I did some digging and found that there is a research file in the biological gene library that belongs to Guan Mingyu.
I asked the department’s doctors about it, and indeed Guan Mingyu’s medical records were transferred by them, but they wouldn’t disclose the specific reasons."
So that was the case.
But at least it proved that Guan Mingyu had not lied.
"Thank you for the trouble," Li Qiao thanked Fu Lvting, and the group decided to leave the sports ground early.
Fu Lvting stood silently for a moment before turning around to see his good-for-nothing younger brother walking out with the police officers.
They were going to the police station with the officers to finalize the case closure.
Now, Floral Shirt was no longer arrogant, following quietly behind Fu Lvting with a simple bandage over his nose, limping along somewhat comically.
On the way, Floral Shirt muttered quietly at Fu Lvting’s side, "Big brother, who exactly is she?"
Fu Lvting glanced at him and warned in a low voice, "Who she is doesn’t matter. But I’ll tell you this, a hundred South Sea Fu Family Martial Arts Schools are not even close to her level.
Don’t go around causing trouble just because you know a few martial arts moves, thinking that the Fu Family Fist is so formidable. The Fu Family Fist I’ve trained to the seventh-level rank, I wouldn’t last beyond seven moves against her."
Floral Shirt: What on earth kind of player is she?