Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 358: With That Little Strength of Yours...

Even so, the man still had the bloodlust, the wild nature.

Like a lurking leopard, capable of delivering a fatal blow in an unguarded moment.

Looking at him on the brink of death, perhaps... there is an incredible explosiveness.

Doesn’t accept fate, nor does he value life.

This is the most obscure characteristic, engraved in the bones of Tang Si.

That person was very aware of this trait as well.

"Why are you... so overconfident?" He approached Tang Si, carrying a sniper rifle, walking with light footsteps.

The black eyes under the baseball cap stared at his blood-stained hand.

He raised his hand and pinched his wrist, aiming the dark gun barrel at his own chest, his tone tinged with laughter: "With the tiny strength you have now, can you pull the trigger?"

"I’m right in front of you, fire a shot and let me see?" Gradually, there’s a touch of ridicule, an act of observation.

As if watching a play mercilessly, more like a mocking from above.

Mocking his desire for Liu Linyue to jump off a building, cannot foresee that there were snipers lying in ambush in the side building.

His gaze fell on his waist: "Or give me a pair of Silver Bracelets to arrest me..."

"Tang Si, if you could arrest me, I’ll go with you."

This comment was sheer provocation.

In the narrow alley, the two men stood in opposition, the smell of blood saturated the whole alley.

Thump thump, thump thump—

The sound of Tang Si’s heartbeat echoed in his ears, his body’s functions had reached their limit.

Breathing continued to rise and fall, intense.

His wrist was held tightly, pressed against his chest.

Tang Si lowered his head, sweat dripping down his black hair, staining it with some blood.

His wet skin gleamed slightly, his Adam’s apple moved faintly, adding a touch of wild sensuality.

A struggle between reason and the blurry thought of relief from collapsing continued without limit.

"Kill you..." Tang Si’s voice was very soft: "Impossible."

Finally, reason triumphed.

If he truly pulled the trigger and killed the person in front of him, then all clues and the masterminds behind could be cut off with Liu Linyue’s death.

Tang Si lifted his foot quickly in a nearly impossible manner, catching his neck.

Pressed him relentlessly against the ground.

This pure ferocity was like a life-or-death situation.

"You..." That person was slightly surprised.

Expecting him to be fierce, did not foresee his desperate counterattack.

It was his negligence.

Tang Si: "If I die, I’ll still take you back."

He was a professional policeman, very skilled in capture and control.

Indeed, the man was clutched firmly by him.

No room for movement.

The man’s face pressed tightly against the ground, the smell of a pungent blood scent inhaled.

"Heh... truly worthy of being the Western War God back then."

The man took a breath, eyes filled with yearning under the baseball cap: "How great would it be if we were friends."

"Tang Si, if you cooperate with me, life would be much better than it is now, I promise you’ll be promoted and make a fortune."

Tang Si’s eyebrows were sharp, his face and lips paled.

Almost devoid of color.

Yet hearing a faint sneer: "In broad daylight... treating blood as if it were fake wine?"

What daydreaming?

...

On the other side.

Ningxia Chuan had been arranging for surveillance nearby when Tang Si took Liu Linyue away.

With some police force, so when Liu Linyue fell, the police could respond very quickly.

But, there was no sight of Tang Si anywhere.

With two policemen, following the trail of blood down the corridor.

Upon reaching the alley entrance.

The sight of Tang Si tightly clenching a man appeared before them.

"Captain Tang!" Ningxia Chuan shouted as he ran towards him.

Upon hearing this, Tang Si’s mind, which had been stringently tense, slowly relaxed.

Until he sensed those steps approaching him.

The entirety of his consciousness faded away...

...

"Boom—" the once quiet alley burst with explosion.

Dense smoke rose.

Ambulances and fire trucks stopped at the alley entrance.

A shadow vaulted over the wall, darting across it, then into the bustling traffic, boarding a jeep, vanishing into the sea of cars.

...

At this moment, Song Yi was cleaning at home, planning to go to the company after finishing.

With clothes in her arms, she moved towards the bathroom, placed them in the washing machine.

Then, coming out, she dragged the floor, avoiding the dog messing around, locked it in the bathroom.

After tidying up everything outside.

The clothes inside were almost washed, Song Yi opened the washing machine, took out the clothes one by one.

"Plop—" with a noise.

The phone slipped out from the pocket, Song Yi’s brow furrowed, her heart skipped a beat following the sound.

Crouching, she picked up the phone but it no longer functioned.

She frowned, absent-mindedly hanging up the clothes.

Suddenly, she no longer felt like going to the company, just wanted to stay home waiting for him to return.

Song Yi used the landline to call Li Wen to ask him to deliver a phone.

...

Now, as night fell, the whole city was shrouded in darkness.

Li Wen, detained at the company for inspection by superiors, couldn’t leave, initially planned for the assistant to deliver the phone.

The assistant wandered for ages, unable to find the exact location.

Song Yi watched as night descended, the kitchen continued to simmer bone broth.

It was something she learned today.

She had no idea how things were going for him over there, nor when he would return.

Wrestling with worry all day, Song Yi finally picked up the landline, dialing his number.

"Beep, beep—" the phone rang twice before it was picked up: "Hello?"

But the voice wasn’t his.

"Hello?" Song Yi pursed her lips, inexplicably tightening her grip on the landline: "Where’s Tang Si?"

"Captain Tang is in the interrogation room questioning a prisoner." A policeman replied: "You’re his wife, right? Captain Tang said he sent you a WeChat message, mentioning he might not come back for a few days because of duties."

"But since you didn’t reply, he instructed me to inform you in case you call."

Song Yi: "When can he come out to take the call?"

The other side was silent for a bit.

"Hmm?" Song Yi asked as the other side did not speak, breathing a questioning breath.

After a moment or two, the response came: "Sorry, I was signing some documentation, not sure, the interrogation involves a very cunning suspect, we’re engaging in a war of time and psychology."

"I’ll ensure Captain Tang returns your call when he comes out."

Song Yi: "Alright, then keep busy."

Song Yi’s pulled-back nerves slowly relaxed, at least there was some news.

Even though the voice on the other side seemed somewhat odd, perhaps they’re indeed very occupied.

Song Yi messily ruffled her hair, sighing slightly, urging herself not to overthink.

Once the interrogation ends, he’ll come back.

She stood up heading towards the kitchen.

Took a large bowl, scooped the bone broth, cooling it for a moment.

Stored it in the fridge, would heat it up once he’s back, it can still be consumed.

Song Yi prepared to place the bone broth on the table.

Using a heat-resistant cloth, she grasped both sides of the bowl.

Carefully stepping outside.

But at this moment, sensing the aroma, the dog darted towards the kitchen.

"Bang—!"

The dog just collided with Song Yi as she exited.

The soup splattered everywhere.

Her arm scalded red with pain, physiological tears welled up, eyes streaming.

"Awoo awoo woof woof woof!" The dog yelped loudly in pain—