Zhao Shanhe coldly scanned Wei Suonan lying on the ground.
Then, he sneered disdainfully.
Helping Jiang Xiaocha meant helping Fang Xin, and Zhao Shanhe knew exactly who Fang Xin was.
Behind him was Old Master Ye.
Ultimately, Fang Xin was Old Master Ye's only blood relative in the world today.
Fang Xin would definitely get involved in this matter, and as long as he did, Old Master Ye wouldn't possibly stand by and do nothing.
Others might be intimidated by the Wei Family of the Church, but Old Master Ye didn't care for their Wei Family.
The reason Zhao Shanhe took the lead was, firstly, to strengthen his friendship with Fang Xin, and secondly, he was already annoyed by the people of the Church.
Hearing the short-haired young man from the Church speak, Zhao Shanhe expressionlessly uttered two more words: "Take him away!"
The short-haired young man, chewing on a foxtail grass, draped his arm over a companion's shoulder, a smile on his face. "I'm standing right here. I'd like to see who the hell dares to take him away!"
As he spoke, many people from the Church gathered around, standing behind the short-haired young man, all looking ready for a brawl.
The atmosphere between the two sides instantly became tense, filled with a scent of gunpowder.
The members of the two security teams each held one of Jiang Xiaocha's and Yanzhi's arms, feeling as if a little more force could tear them apart.
Tears welled up in Yanzhi's large, watery eyes. Her inherent beauty already evoked a desire to protect her, and now with tears brimming, many felt their hearts tremble, moved by compassion, each wanting to kill the bastards from the Church and play the hero saving the beauty.
In contrast, Jiang Xiaocha, despite her severe pain, gritted her teeth and endured, not shedding a single tear. Her cool demeanor was the complete opposite of Yanzhi's.
"Take them to our side!" the short-haired young man ordered, and at his command, several Church security team members forcefully pulled Jiang Xiaocha and Yanzhi.
Jiang Xiaocha's arm was immediately dislocated, and some, in their attempt to seize her, even grabbed her hair and yanked hard.
Fang Xin was furious.
He leaped up, punching the Church member who was pulling Jiang Xiaocha and shattering his jaw. The man's eyes rolled back, and he fainted. The Church member pulling Yanzhi didn't have time to react; Fang Xin directly kicked him, hitting him square in the hip. With a sound of cracking bone, the man's body transformed from an I-shape to an L-shape and flew sideways.
As Fang Xin made his move, the already tense atmosphere instantly ignited.
The short-haired young man from the Church pressed his tongue against his cheek, the protrusion on his side face moving up and down, his eyes sinister. "Zhao Shanhe, if you can't control your subordinates, then I'll do it for you!"
Golden light burst from the short-haired young man's eyes, and his entire body was covered in a layer of golden armor. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Fang Xin, his clawed hand reaching for Fang Xin's neck.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Shanhe moved, stirring up countless black gales, and flashed in front of Fang Xin. With a thunderous boom, the turbulent winds exploded, and many people nearby had their clothes flapping and long hair dancing from the powerful force.
"Zhao Shanhe, you're trying to act tough because there are many people here, wanting to protect your subordinates and show off your 'big brother' demeanor, right? If Zhao Qinghu of your Zhao Family were here acting tough, that would be understandable, no one would do anything to you. But what the hell are you, swaggering around here?"
Zhao Shanhe showed a hint of a smile, "Liu Biao, you know better than I do what kind of thing this bastard lying on the ground is. Anyone with half a brain can guess why this girl acted. You keep saying I'm showing off my 'big brother' demeanor here, but what kind of thing are you, obstructing everything here? In the end, aren't you just trying to flatter the Wei Family? A boot-licking servant, standing up for someone everyone despises, what right do you have to talk about me?"
The short-haired young man raised his hand and touched his short-cropped head, his expression sinister and vicious. Then he gave Zhao Shanhe a chilling smile, glancing at his subordinates beside him.
"Record!"
A subordinate took out a glowing notebook. Liu Biao's smile was malicious, "Zhao Shanhe, a descendant of the Zhao clan, obstructed the law enforcement team from carrying out their duties, engaged in malfeasance, knowingly broke the law, condoned his subordinates attacking law enforcement officers, and even blasphemed the Church's imperial family, calling the Church's Wei imperial family descendant someone everyone despises."
Zhao Shanhe frowned, looking at the glowing notebook.
Hua Qing looked at Liu Biao with cold eyes. Over a dozen people, all from the Hua Family Army, arrived one after another behind her. "Liu Biao, that's enough!"
Liu Biao turned his head and looked at his subordinate behind him, "Keep recording! Hua Qing of the Hua Family Army, colluding with criminals who assaulted law enforcement team members, obstructing law enforcement, and even gathering a crowd to cause trouble, attempting to violently resist arrest!"
Fang Xin shielded Jiang Xiaocha and Yanzhi behind him, looking at Liu Biao. This was the first time he had encountered such a 'talent'.
Feng Qiyu stepped forward to mediate, saying, "Everyone, let's talk this through. Liu Biao, don't just randomly record things that aren't true. I think you're very clear about the specifics of what happened. This matter is ultimately a muddled account. Let's speak frankly, this young man and his sister are both members of the Sky Shield Bureau, especially this young man, he is from the Ninth Division."
Liu Biao glanced at Fang Xin.
"The Ninth Division? Even if..."
Before he could finish, a voice interrupted Liu Biao's words, angrily shouting, "What if it's the Ninth Division? Even if the King of Heaven himself came today! He killed my son and violently resisted arrest, not even Jesus can save him, I said it!"
A short, pot-bellied middle-aged man walked over.
He was also very ugly; if not for his Church imperial family background, he wouldn't even be able to marry a wife in the countryside.
The middle-aged man walked forward, looked at Wei Suonan's body on the ground, slowly knelt down, and took off his jacket to cover Wei Suonan's face.
After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man stood up, his gaze sweeping around. He first stared at Jiang Xiaocha and Yanzhi, his cold, perverted eyes pouring out, causing people to shiver all over.
The middle-aged man's gaze then swept across the faces of Fang Xin, Zhao Shanhe, Hua Qing, and Feng Qiyu, revealing a sinister smile.
"Are you the ones obstructing the security team from apprehending the murderer who killed my son?"
Before any of them could speak, Liu Biao scurried up, holding the notes he had just taken with both hands, respectfully like a little eunuch.
"Mr. Wei, these are their crimes just now, your subordinate has recorded them all!"
The middle-aged man looked at the charges in the notebook.
Then he said to the Church members he brought, "Arrest them all, especially those two women. My son cannot die like this. I want to nail them alive into coffins and make them buried with my son!"
Without another word, several people rushed towards Fang Xin and the others.
Feng Qiyu quickly shouted, "Mr. Wei, you might want to think twice before acting. As I just said, this girl is from the Sky Shield Bureau, and this gentleman is from the Ninth Division!"
Fang Xin glanced at Feng Qiyu. Feng Qiyu had mentioned twice that Fang Xin was from the Ninth Division, but he didn't reveal Fang Xin's true identity. He was deliberately digging a pit for these Church people to fall into, so that when Old Master Ye made a move, it would be justifiable.
As expected, provoked by Feng Qiyu, the middle-aged man immediately turned his head and glared at Fang Xin, his face contorted with rage.
"What if he's from the Ninth Division? That's not his get-out-of-jail-free card! My son is dead, and I don't give a damn who he is! They all have to be buried with my son!"
As he spoke, golden light burst from the middle-aged man's eyes, and golden beams erupted from his eye sockets.
Feeling his anger unquelled, and further enraged by Feng Qiyu repeatedly mentioning the Ninth Division, the middle-aged man first lunged at Fang Xin, attempting to capture this Ninth Division member first to make an example of him.
Unexpectedly, before his hand could touch Fang Xin, it was blocked by a mysterious light.
Wang Lao Ji was seen standing in the middle, grinning.
"All you bastards from the Church, allow me, Old Wang, to interject first!"
