Three days later, all accusations against Qin Hui were dropped, in order to have him reappear before the public.
However, Zhao Yu's method did not yield good results, and Qin Hui's whereabouts remained unknown.
Time dragged on, and patience began to wane.
Not only could they not apprehend Qin Hui, but even with the accusations withdrawn, he was still at large, causing many to lose heart.
After all, martial artists weren't flies; they couldn't be caught just by wanting to.
Zhao Yu was also frustrated. Searching for Qin Hui throughout the entire Jiangnan Province was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
But returning empty-handed would not only cost him his reputation but also his affection for Huang Qing.
Clearly, Zhao Yu would not allow himself to fail this time.
In Zhao Yu's opinion, Qin Hui was merely a wandering martial artist and couldn't amount to much. How could he not be caught?
At ten o'clock in the evening, Huang Qing, dragging her weary body, slowly returned to her doorstep.
For the past few days, Huang Qing had been investigating Qin Hui's matters, but she had found nothing.
This had undoubtedly shaken her confidence and further solidified her resolve to become a martial artist herself.
Back home, Huang Qing changed into her usual slippers and entered her room to get clean clothes for a relaxing bath.
But as Huang Qing stepped into the room and before she could even touch the light switch, a chop aimed at the back of her head came her way.
As a professional patrol officer, Huang Qing sensed something was wrong immediately. She swiftly turned her head, dodging the fatal blow.
However, before Huang Qing could react, a black sack was thrown over her head.
Huang Qing saw darkness, followed by a precise chop to the back of her head.
The assailant seemed unsure if Huang Qing was unconscious and delivered two more chops before seeming satisfied.
"Heh heh, this young lady is so tender and fair; I'm practically salivating," Er Tuzi said with his usual lechery.
"Alright, when she wakes up, I'll hand her over to you. She's a patrol officer; if you end up in jail for life, I won't have any objections," Li Dazhuang said speechlessly, exasperated by Er Tuzi's lustful nature.
"Heh heh, Brother Dazhuang, I was just saying. I'm turning over a new leaf now, how could I do anything harmful?" Er Tuzi replied with a fawning expression.
"Enough with the nonsense. Hurry up and take her away; don't delay Brother Hui's important business," Li Dazhuang said before hoisting the sack and leaving Huang Qing's home with Er Tuzi.
Having been a patrol officer for several years, Huang Qing never expected someone to target her.
On a deserted street, Zhao Yu was drowning his sorrows in alcohol, troubled by the events of the past few days.
Although he was backed by the Dragon Patrol, an official organization, failing to capture Qin Hui for so many days had been a huge blow. Thus, he would have a drink after work every day to relieve the pressure.
As he walked, Zhao Yu felt something was amiss; the street was eerily empty, with no pedestrians.
Just as Zhao Yu was about to turn around, a large dark figure appeared before him.
Before Zhao Yu could react, Qin Hui unleashed a full-power strike, hitting Zhao Yu squarely in the chest.
With a single blow, Zhao Yu was knocked unconscious.
"Huh? So fragile?"
Qin Hui was somewhat surprised. Zhao Yu was a fourth-level martial artist; how could he be knocked out with one move?
However, Qin Hui soon came to terms with it. Although Zhao Yu was a member of the Dragon Patrol, he was ultimately a pampered individual who had never experienced fierce combat.
Compared to Uncle Ying from the Sun family, Zhao Yu was merely all show.
After stuffing Zhao Yu into a sack, Qin Hui picked him up and fled.
He found robbing others to be quite exhilarating. Qin Hui didn't care if one was an official martial artist; if they offended him, they'd get a taste of his fist!
Since the Dragon Patrol had no intention of letting Qin Hui off the hook, Qin Hui decided to take the initiative.
At three in the morning, at an abandoned cemetery on the outskirts.
Qin Hui chose a perfect spot. Cemeteries at night always carried an eerie, terrifying atmosphere, and even the night breeze felt chilling.
Qin Hui's plan was simple: have a good chat with these two. If the conversation didn't go well, he'd finish them off and bury them on the spot.
"Brother Hui, what do we do next?" Li Dazhuang asked, looking at Huang Qing and Zhao Yu. Both were now bound tightly to chairs, completely unconscious.
"Ladies first; let's wake up our Captain Huang," Qin Hui said calmly.
Huang Qing had been relentlessly investigating Qin Hui recently, forcing Qin Hui to take drastic measures.
Women, he scoffed, only affected his focus!
*Pfft!*
Er Tuzi splashed a basin of cold water directly onto Huang Qing's face.
Huang Qing, still in a daze, shivered and jolted awake.
When Huang Qing saw Qin Hui, her eyes blazed with uncontrollable anger. However, Er Tuzi had stuffed a black cloth into her mouth, leaving her with only muffled sounds.
"Fortunately, we gagged her mouth; otherwise, our Captain Huang would surely unleash a torrent of expletives."
"By the way, Er Tuzi, why does it smell so bad? What did you use to gag her?" Qin Hui asked curiously.
Er Tuzi scratched his head sheepishly upon hearing this and replied, "Brother Hui, I think I used my sock. You know I haven't washed my feet in five days."
Upon hearing this, Qin Hui and Li Dazhuang immediately took two steps back, covering their noses.
Huang Qing, who had just regained consciousness, rolled her eyes and fainted again.
Huang Qing, the esteemed captain of the police bureau, hailed from the powerful Huang family in Yanjing. She had never endured such humiliation.
The thought of Huang Qing's alluring red lips biting down on a pair of smelly socks…
Ugh, such a scene was unimaginable.
This was far more ruthless than "crushing flowers by force"; it was a blow to the very soul!
Seeing Huang Qing faint, Qin Hui shook his head helplessly.
"Hmph, women are women. They faint from such minor blows; they're not worth mentioning."
"Never mind, let's wake up Zhao Yu first," Qin Hui instructed.
When dealing with Zhao Yu, Er Tuzi was not so gentle, directly kicking him in the stomach.
With that kick, a howl of agony soon echoed through the graveyard.
"Stop howling. Can't even handle such a small setback, you big man?" Qin Hui grabbed Zhao Yu by his hair, smiling with feigned "gentleness."
Seeing Qin Hui's gentle smile, Zhao Yu was on the verge of losing his mind.
He was the one who wanted to capture Qin Hui, but now Zhao Yu had become Qin Hui's prisoner.
"What exactly do you want? Do you know the consequences of your actions? I am a martial artist of the Dragon Patrol; I am an official." Zhao Yu spoke with righteous indignation, endlessly embellishing his image.
"Dazhuang, dig a hole over there," Qin Hui calmly instructed.
Li Dazhuang immediately picked up a shovel and began to dig.
"You, what do you want to do?" Zhao Yu panicked. Although he was excellent, he had run into trouble with an unreasonable person like Qin Hui.
"Nothing much. You talk too much; I want to bury you alive." Qin Hui stated concisely.
Hearing this, Zhao Yu almost fainted…