Appearances Can Be Deceiving

The investigation results were out, and the two officers were mortified.

If only they could turn back time!

They would never have chatted casually with Lin Fan.

Nor would they have addressed him as a brother!

You really can't judge a book by its cover!!!

They had just graduated from the police academy.

And then they ran into this mess.

It was hard to imagine.

A well-dressed, scholarly-looking young man.

Would actually stoop to petty theft.

Is this what they mean by "a wolf in sheep's clothing" or "you can't judge a book by its cover"?

Their admiration for Yang Jingxuan reached new heights.

Turns out, Officer Yang wasn't just a mascot or a pretty face.

She was also a seasoned veteran officer.

Police station.

Lin Fan couldn't remember how many times he'd been here.

He was already familiar with the place.

He didn't even need anyone to guide him.

"Name."

"Lin Fan."

The officer paused, then looked up.

Oh, so it's an old acquaintance.

Impressive!

He practically treats the police station like his own home.

Even though they were old acquaintances.

The formalities still had to be followed.

"Mr. Lin, you are suspected of trespassing and maliciously damaging others' property—"

"Wait! Wait! What did I damage?"

"You kicked the door down."

"Oh, that's nothing."

"What do you mean, 'nothing'? It's a serious offense!"

The officer was furious.

Lin Fan, however, couldn't care less.

He let the officer list his crimes.

But Lin Fan didn't think any of it was a big deal.

Soon, his lawyer arrived.

When Lin Fan acted, he had already planned his escape route.

Self-defense.

He believed he had been under serious threat to his life, which was why he acted.

Basically, he was exploiting a loophole.

Then he would pay for bail.

The American way.

He had mastered it.

As for the property management staff who got beaten up.

It was just some medical fees and a few thousand in compensation, right?

Lin Fan gritted his teeth; he could afford it.

Of course.

He gritted his teeth not because he couldn't pay.

But because he didn't want to!

You guys are weak and trashy, yet you still want to play.

Who can you blame?

Lin Fan was calm and composed. If nothing went wrong, bail was a sure thing.

But he forgot this wasn't America.

Someone was out to trip him up.

His plan to bribe the property management and have them drop the charges fell through.

The property management had someone backing them and even brought in a lawyer.

They were told to take Lin Fan to court!

No matter what.

As long as they sued Lin Fan, they would get money!

Not only that, but the person behind the scenes also sent a message.

"How about that? Surprised? Almost got caught, huh? The money was given voluntarily. Did I ask for it? But spending your money to 'handle' you—it's so satisfying. Enjoy your stay inside for a few days."

The lawyer hired by the other side read the contents of the letter and couldn't help but cough.

Lin Fan was already fuming.

"Where's your boss?! Tell her to come out and see me!"

The lawyer gave him a strange look. Is this guy an idiot?

Lin Fan clenched his teeth.

He was seething with anger!

He was certain that Red Rose hadn't gone far.

In fact, after he was arrested.

She probably strutted back into the neighborhood.

Or maybe she found out what happened through some means!

No matter what.

This was the second time Lin Fan had been screwed over by Red Rose!

It was incredibly frustrating.

Originally, he could have been out in just one afternoon.

But it dragged on until evening.

In the end, he failed to get bail.

Lin Fan had to spend another night in his old spot.

"Seriously?! It's you again? Do you have some kind of obsession with the beds here?!"

The young prison guard couldn't help but ask when he saw the familiar face.

Lin Fan's face was as dark as thunder, and he didn't even feel like talking.

He walked straight in one direction.

It was the cell he had stayed in not long ago.

"Hey, hey—that spot's reserved. You're in a different room today!"

The guard reminded him.

Then he pointed to the neighboring cell.

Lin Fan followed the direction of the finger.

Dirty, messy, and disgusting.

That was putting it mildly.

It was practically uninhabitable!

"What the hell!!!"

Lin Fan couldn't help but curse.

"I want to switch rooms!"

The guard picked at his ear, "You said that last time too. Just get in already."

As he approached.

A foul stench hit him.

When had Lin Fan ever been treated like this?

Wait, actually, he had before.

He knew that raging like this was pointless.

After calming down.

Lin Fan's eyes turned icy.

Did these guys think he was too easy to push around?

One after another.

Even a clay figure has some temper.

Let alone a living, breathing person like him.

"Dammit, you little rat, don't let me catch you!"

Meanwhile, the mastermind behind all this.

Was living like an empress in the Gao family villa.

Here, she called the shots.

"Hehe—what Dragon King? More like self-proclaimed. With that IQ, calling himself a Dragon King?"

Gao Liyuan said smugly.

Gao Liming helped this crazy woman tear open a snack bag, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, yeah, sis, you're absolutely right."

He had become quite adept with one hand.

Not only could he play games with one hand.

But also—

Well, let's not talk about sad things.

Lin Fan had been way too cocky abroad.

After all, hacking was his weak point.

Gao Liyuan used her strengths to crush others' weaknesses.

It wasn't a fair fight.

Gao Liming didn't think there was anything to be proud of.

Of course, he wouldn't say any of this out loud.

"Alright, alright, you can go now. Get some rest."

Gao Liyuan shooed him away like a fly, waving her hand.

Gao Liming felt like he'd been granted amnesty, "Okay!"

Afraid that Gao Liyuan might change her mind.

He slipped away as fast as he could.

"Tch, kids will be kids."

"I wonder how things are going on Big Sis's end."

Gao Liyuan took a swig of her soda. Comfort leads to naughty thoughts.

What woman could resist Xu Mo's looks?

Using that to test a woman?

Just hand it over!

Gao Liyuan picked up her phone, planning to test the waters.

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ヾ(❀^ω^)ノ゙ Okay, okay

Goodnight, everyone~

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