Chapter 185: Chapter 185: Zhang Yuhan’s Shock, Seventh Sister: A Sparring Match at Home
"Let’s go home."
The man squeezed the girl’s hand, whispering softly.
Claire Green stared at him in a daze, feeling that this man had always bowed down to her.
She pursed her lips, withdrew her wrist, and then slowly placed her hand in the man’s palm, her fingers interlocking.
This was how it should be.
Her sudden gesture made Julian Sia’s eyes flicker, deep within his gaze there was a hint of surprise.
His little girl knew to take the initiative now.
Seeing this scene, Isabella Xyler excitedly pinched John Sinclair’s arm, holding back a groundhog-like scream.
My CP is giving out sweetness again, it’s simply sugar overload.
Civil Affairs Bureau, just you wait, it’s not far from me moving you over here.
Whoa!
John Sinclair’s face began to twist from her pinching, this girl’s strength couldn’t get any stronger.
He raised his hand to peel her fingers off his arm one by one.
"What are you doing?"
Feeling the movement, Isabella Xyler looked over irritably.
"I should be asking you, you’re acting like you’re on adrenaline," he rolled up his sleeve, revealing several distinct nail marks, "Look at your masterpiece."
Isabella Xyler smiled sheepishly, "I couldn’t hold back."
Just as the group was about to leave, Zhang Yuhan gathered courage from somewhere, stretched out his hand to stop them, causing Director Liu to momentarily black out, wishing he could faint.
"She can’t leave."
Caleb Green, no longer his usual spring-like demeanor, spoke expressionlessly, "Reason."
Zhang Yuhan ignored Director Liu’s constant eye signals, acting all businesslike, "Before the matter is settled, Miss Green cannot leave the police station; it’s the rule."
The man chuckled lightly, "Mason Quinn, call Mr. Xu, I want to see if this rule can be broken today."
Seeing that Mason Quinn was really about to make the call, Director Liu hurried forward and pulled Zhang Yuhan aside, smiling apologetically, "It’s not good to bother Mr. Xu over such a small matter, you can directly take Miss Green back, we have no objections."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuhan was incredulous, "Director Liu, you..."
"Shut up." Director Liu scolded in a low voice.
This normally smart person couldn’t see the situation clearly; with Mr. Sia around, no matter who is right or wrong today, this girl won’t be in trouble.
Furthermore, apart from Mr. Sia, the others aren’t people they can afford to offend.
"I even think Director Liu should consider giving me a pennant." Claire Green quirked her lips and said ambiguously.
Sebastian Winn stood by, inwardly giving a thumbs up.
Still, Claire knows how to be bold, not only did she manage all that, but now she’s asking for a pennant.
Director Liu wiped his sweat, puzzled, "I don’t quite understand Miss Green’s meaning."
Just then.
The officer who had run off earlier to investigate hurried over, stared blankly at the crowd, and quickly came to his senses.
"Captain Zhang, found it. The man’s name is Du Guotai, he usually prowls bars and clubs, specifically targeting girls who are alone. Over the years, he has assaulted many girls; today, if Miss Green didn’t have the ability to protect herself, she would have ended up like those other girls."
He spoke passionately, his face full of disgust, people like Du Guotai should rot in prison.
Though his words were vague, everyone present could tell what he meant.
So Claire Green caught a sexual predator.
Mason Quinn couldn’t help but whistle, "Miss Green, impressive. Missing for half a day and caught a criminal."
After Zhang Yuhan finished looking through the file handed to him, his face turned extremely ugly, "But even so, Miss Green’s actions were too severe."
Du Guotai committed a crime; naturally, they would handle it. But now, like this, no matter what, Claire Green is at fault.
Upon hearing this.
Julian Sia’s demeanor grew colder, his eyes sharply fixed on Zhang Yuhan, a dark glow flashed in his eyes.
"Captain Zhang intends to keep an eye on me, doesn’t he?" Claire Green curled her lips, "Sorry, but you’re going to be disappointed."
With that.
An electronic medical record appeared before him; after reading it, Zhang Yuhan stepped back two steps, looking at the girl with complex eyes.
Undoubtedly, she was extremely meticulous, ensuring that her actions wouldn’t bear any consequences.
But often, people like her are either in the Abyss or on the verge of it.
After a while.
He finally recovered, pulled his lips, "Then I hope Miss Green will control her emotions a bit in the future."
As he watched the group leave, his mood remained unsettled.
Director Liu walked over, patted his shoulder, sighed deeply, and left.
...
"Boss, tell us what you showed that cop that made him so scared of you?"
Unable to stand the silent atmosphere, Mason Quinn joked as soon as they exited the police station.
"Want to know?" Claire Green casually looked him over from head to toe, "Sure, what will you trade for it?"
Whoa!
What does that look mean?
Thinking of the scene in the video, his mouth twitched, "Pretend I didn’t ask."
Only Mr. Sia could handle such a fierce little ancestor.
Julian Sia glanced over lightly, and Mason Quinn immediately fell silent.
"What do you want to eat?"
The man tilted his head, his calm, magnetic voice entering the girl’s ear.
"Anything’s fine," Claire Green raised her eyebrows and looked over, "Did you smoke, brother?"
"Won’t happen again." Julian Sia laughed lowly, confirming it.
He thought Claire wouldn’t bring it up, but unexpectedly, she waited right here.
Claire Green lazily glanced over, "Looks like I need to have a good talk with Charles Jordan."
Sitting in the car waiting for the group, Charles Jordan suddenly felt a chill down his spine, involuntarily sneezing.
Why do I have a bad feeling?
As a result.
When he saw the group approaching and was about to greet them, the girl’s words left him stunned.
"Let’s spar when we get back to Abyss Court."
Why is Miss Green suddenly wanting to spar with me?
Perhaps unable to bear seeing him get beaten up without reason, Mason Quinn offered two word of advice, "Smoking."
Upon hearing this, Charles Jordan instantly understood, looking at Julian Sia with a mournful gaze.
Mr. Sia smoked, but he’s the one getting hurt.
Julian Sia put a hand to his lips, clearing his throat, hiding the curve at the corner of his mouth, "I’ll have Zeke Tuner come over."
Hearing those words, Charles Jordan felt no comfort; instead, he felt even more heartbroken.
...
Late at night, sounds emanated from the Abyss Court training room.
Hearing the noise, Caleb Green took a sip of tea, "Mr. Sia, aren’t you planning to take a look?"
The man lounged on the sofa, his white shirt rolled up to his arms, revealing cold, pale skin.
With slender fingers, he picked up the teacup on the table, speaking nonchalantly, "Claire knows her limits."
Upon hearing this.
The group raised their eyebrows, hoping it was true.
"Miss Green, why not call it a day?"
Charles Jordan held his waist, his face bruised, and looked towards the girl opposite, who only had slightly rumpled clothes but no injuries, tentatively suggesting.
"Warm-up just ended. What’s the rush?"
What the hell?
The intensity just now was only a warm-up?
Will I need a white cloth to send myself off if this truly gets going?
Claire Green casually rolled up her sleeves, revealing her pale skin, and lightly flexed her wrist, then raised her chin.
"Continue."
Inwardly, Charles Jordan was suffering; having no chance at victory, he was completely a walking human sandbag.
Forced to spar for another hour, the two finally left the training room, one after the other.
The difference was that one was calm, with only sweat on her forehead betraying the fact she had been fighting.
While the other was limping, holding his waist, face bruised.
Seeing his state, Caleb Green and the others laughed heartily.
"This is what Mr. Sia meant by knowing limits, got it."
Julian Sia stopped his gaze for two seconds at Charles Jordan’s pathetic state, then looked at the girl, amused.
"Satisfied?"
"Sort of."