Ian Song was taken aback, then said, "You must be mistaken, right?" As he spoke, the image of that flashy young man flashed through his mind.
"Where'd all this nonsense come from? Hurry up and come with us!"
One officer grabbed Ian's left shoulder, another his right, and they cuffed his hands.
Ian didn't resist at all—instead, he looked like he was just watching a show.
Charles Zhao nearly exploded with rage, gritting his teeth: "You guys are way too arrogant! If I don't skin you alive, my surname isn't Zhao!"
The leader couldn't be bothered to respond and simply waved for his men to hurry up and take Ian back to the station.
Watching Ian being taken away, Charles Zhao didn't say anything else. Instead, he smiled—a chilling smile. Let's see who dares to provoke the Zhao Family.
Soon, Ian was brought to the interrogation room at the airport police station.
Brandon Zhang stared coldly at Ian and mocked, "Hey, weren't you pretty tough on the plane? How come you're a prisoner already?"
Ian glanced at him indifferently and said nothing.
Seeing Ian act like this reminded Brandon Zhang of what happened on the plane. Annoyed, he told his two bodyguards, "You two, go loosen this brat's bones!"
The two bodyguards stepped up to Ian, cracking their knuckles loudly as they crossed their hands.
"Go to hell, you little bastard!"
The next moment, the two bodyguards struck at the same time—one swinging for Ian's face, the other for his stomach.
Bang! Bang!
Ian kicked out, sending both bodyguards flying. They crashed right into Captain Ma and Brandon Zhang, and the four of them rolled across the floor in a tangled heap.
Just then, hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor.
A squad of armed police burst in, weapons raised, aiming at Captain Ma, Brandon Zhang, and his two bodyguards.
"Don't move! Drop your weapons!"
Captain Ma turned to see all those gun barrels pointed at him, his face stunned. Then, as if something occurred to him, his expression instantly turned ugly.
At that moment, the crowd parted.
A middle-aged man in a police uniform and another in military dress entered, flanking Charles Zhao as they walked in.
As soon as Captain Ma saw Charles Zhao, he instinctively shivered. Only now did he realize that the supposedly arrogant 'uncle' hadn't been bluffing at all—he really could 'skin him alive.' After all, the two men flanking Charles were none other than Victor Wang, director of the Airport Sub-Bureau, and Sean Xiao, commander of the Airport Armed Police Detachment.
"Kid, we meet again! How does it feel?"
Charles Zhao walked up to Captain Ma, a playful smile on his lips as he asked.
"L-leader, I'm sorry!"
Thud!
Captain Ma dropped to his knees in front of Charles Zhao. "Leader, I was wrong! Please forgive me! I only did this because Brandon Zhang ordered me to!"
Charles Zhao's face suddenly turned cold. He turned to Victor Wang and said, "Director Wang, how do you plan to deal with a black sheep like this?"
"Confiscate his service pistol and arrange a formal review!" Victor Wang said coldly.
Two police officers immediately responded and entered.
"No, Director! Please, Director, have mercy!" Hearing this, Captain Ma collapsed completely onto the floor.
But no one paid him any attention—they just dragged him straight out of the interrogation room.
"Ah, Ian, your Fourth Uncle came late—you're not blaming me, are you?" Charles Zhao winked at Ian.
"You came just in time, otherwise I might've been shot dead in the police station!" Ian replied with a cheerful grin.
Hearing this, Victor Wang's face darkened, but remembering Ian was under Zhao Family protection, he quickly stepped forward, smiling. "Brother Ian Song, I'm so sorry—this was all my fault at work. Let me apologize and unlock your handcuffs myself, alright?"
Brandon Zhang had still held out a bit of hope, but when he saw even Victor Wang sucking up to Ian, he was utterly crushed. He finally realized he'd kicked an iron plate—one so thick it was dozens of centimeters deep.