Chapter 22

Tang Si stretched out his hand and gently touched Ning Xiachuan. “Help me up.”

His voice was a little weak and he panted slightly.

Ning Xiachuan frowned deeply and felt a bit helpless but still pulled him up from the ground.

“In order to solve the case, you’re okay with even giving up your own life? Don’t overthink it. Putting too much pressure on yourself isn’t good for you.”

He and Tang Si had known each other since childhood. Tang Si was polite, easy-going, and rational but always seemed distant.

When handling cases, he was calm and intelligent, and this was the image he presented to others.

In private, he knew that people like Tang Si were actually cold-blooded.

He also knew that Tang Si wouldn’t easily change his mind, and the things he said to him probably wouldn’t work.

Tang Si really didn’t take Ning Xiachuan’s words to heart at all.

He leaned against the streetlight and his hands were shaking. He took a few deep breaths, picked up the cigarette, and was about to smoke again.

“Could you not smoke?” Ning Xiachuan frowned. Seeing Tang Si ignoring him and continuing to smoke, he felt annoyed. “Come on, tell me what happened to you.”

“Don’t tell me you were seduced by Song Yi.”

Tang Si paused slightly. Before long, he looked at the dark sky where an image of her flower-like smiling face seemed to appear.

Sexy, gentle, and enchanting—she was like a bewitching little fox.

He suddenly laughed. “Well, you know that’s something Song Yi could do.”

Ning Xiachuan’s eyes widened and he felt incredulous.

Just as he was about to speak, Tang Si said lightly, “Xiachuan, if I was that kind of a person, how many times would the entire Criminal Police Brigade team have died?”

His smile disappeared and his voice was icy without any emotion.

Yes, the Criminal Police Brigade only dealt with major cases, and Tang Si was a former member of the special troops. The criminals he had encountered were all extremely vicious villains.

Sometimes, they would resort to honey traps.

He was determined and wild to the bone as well as cold-blooded and iron-handed. He was the last person to be swayed by feelings.

He would never act impulsively.

After speaking, he put the cigarette to his mouth again, and no emotion could be seen in his dark eyes.

Ning Xiachuan watched him light the cigarette and draw on it one puff after another and stared at his lazy and languid expression in the smoke.

He watched Tang Si gradually reining in the murderous desire in his heart and calm down.

He was about to say something but then Tang Si gently dusted his clothes and smiled. His lazy and relaxed self returned as if what Ning Xiachuan had just seen was an illusion.

He patted Ning Xiachuan’s shoulder gently. “I can handle it. Go to bed early.”

Ning Xiachuan looked at his back which was still tall and slender, but his steps were no longer steady and strong as usual and he was reeling a little.

He frowned, looking at the cigarette butts and ashes all over the ground. “You can handle it? Really?”

…

Early in the morning the next day, the sun shone on the ground through the clouds.

Director Chen was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, almost bald. He had a stern face and the deep wrinkles between his brows showed his solemnity.

He walked into the Criminal Police Brigade under the scorching sun. Everyone greeted him. Director Chen’s voice was deep as he spoke: “Zhou Liang, tell Tang Si to come to my office.”

“Tang, Captain Tang…”

“Isn’t he here yet?” Director Chen raised his wrist and looked at the time. “What time is it?”

“Uh…” Zhou Liang gulped and his brain was racing. “He went out for business early in the morning and just called me. I’m going to join him soon.”

He tried to cover up for Tang Si.

But Director Chen certainly wouldn’t be fooled by him.

He snorted. “Show me your call log.”