My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Ye Xiong pulled her behind him and locked the hand holding the knife, twisting it with force.

There was a crack, and the hand broke, the cleaver falling to the ground.

Luo Weiwei breathed heavily, her heart almost leaping out of her chest. In that moment, she had thought she was going to die. Despite being a police officer for many years, this was the closest she had ever been to death. Even with her strong heart, she couldn’t help but be stunned.

“Saving your life evens us out for the kiss earlier,” Ye Xiong said with a smile.

Then, a continuous thudding noise erupted. By the time Luo Wei reacted, seven or eight people were lying on the ground, all knocked out cold.

This guy was incredibly strong!

Ye Xiong took out the phone he had taken from the security guard and dialed a number. Moments later, a ringing echoed from the neighboring room.

The two exchanged a glance and stationed themselves by the door, one on each side.

Suddenly, Ye Xiong flew a kick at the door, blasting it open, and Luo Weiwei rushed in behind him, gun aimed into the room.

Regrettably, there was no one inside.

On the desk, a cellphone continued to ring incessantly—it was the phone Ye Xiong had called.

Luo Weiwei looked around to confirm there was no one, then walked to the desk, ready to pick up the phone.

Ye Xiong’s brows furrowed, an uneasy feeling creeping up in his heart.

Ever since entering the bar, this feeling had lingered.

As Dragon Soul’s strongest warrior, Ye Xiong had faced countless life-and-death situations, escaping from the grasp of Reaper numerous times, thanks to his strong premonition abilities.

This premonition wasn’t related to strength but came from experiencing life-and-death scenarios numerous times.

His gaze couldn’t help but drift to the window.

Across the building, a shadow flashed behind a column.

“Damn it!”

Ye Xiong lunged forward, tackling Luo Weiwei to the ground and rolling behind a sofa.

At that moment, a booming explosion rang out; the cellphone on the desk blew up, the blast’s shockwave slamming them both, along with the sofa, hard against the wall.

Luo Weiwei was dazed again, still not fully recovered when Ye Xiong had already darted out, jumping out the second-floor window.

He had never been this furious in his life; someone had dared to set him up, trying to blow him up. This was a score he had to settle.

The phone from earlier was remotely controlled, with an effective range of two hundred meters—fifty meters being the safest distance. Before the explosion, he had seen a figure hiding behind a column in the opposing building, and it was very likely the person controlling the bomb.

Luo Weiwei approached the window, ready to jump after him, but suddenly she slammed on the brakes at the sight of the height.

“Are you insane? Jumping from this height, are you even human?” Luo Weiwei patted her chest and turned to take the stairs.

Across the street from the bar was a commercial building, buzzing with people after mealtime, with a steady stream of passersby.

Due to the bomb’s powerful blast, it also drew the town’s attention. A crowd gathered at the roadside, watching from a distance and commenting.

Ye Xiong slowed his pace, his gaze intensely scanning every man exiting the building.

Given his speed, the assassin had to still be inside the building; he couldn’t have left so fast. The building had only one exit, and the assassin might take the opportunity to leave.

Continuously, people streamed out of the building. Ye Xiong didn’t overlook any of them, although he had caught only a glimpse earlier, he had a general idea of the assailant’s physique.

As countless people brushed past him, suddenly, Ye Xiong moved.

His fingers tensed, swiftly reaching for a man in his fifties next to him.

The old man was startled, never expecting Ye Xiong to recognize him. As he prepared to fight back, Ye Xiong had already pinned him to the ground, tearing off his beard and wig, revealing a familiar face—it was Yan Li.

“You think you can blow me up? You’re still too green,” Ye Xiong said as he slapped the man several times.

Luo Weiwei came over, pulled out handcuffs, cuffed Yan Li, and took him to the car.

An hour later, at Jiangnan City Police Bureau.

Ye Xiong sat in the office of the police station with his legs crossed, picking up a newspaper to read.

The officers coming and going around him saw his carefree demeanor and were all too angry to speak up.

He had caused a commotion in the station last time, not only taking away the guns of two officers but also sending them straight to jail before walking out brazenly.

Could anyone do that without someone powerful backing him?

So, it was best not to provoke him.

Luo Weiwei came out of the interrogation room, returned to her desk, and seeing Ye Xiong sitting in her chair with his leather shoes on her desk, she became furious. She grabbed a file folder on the desk and slammed it down on his head.

“What do you think this place is? Get up.”

Ye Xiong caught the folder and looked up at Luo Weiwei’s flushed face, chuckling, “Officer Luo, is this how you treat someone who’s saved you twice? If it weren’t for me, aren’t you afraid that you wouldn’t have caught the culprit? Even if you weren’t strangled, you’d have been blown to bits.”

Luo Weiwei’s mouth twitched, but she said nothing because what Ye Xiong said was true.

Although this guy was despicable, he was indeed powerful. Without him, she couldn’t have caught Yan Li with her own skills.

“This is the police station, show some decorum,” Luo Weiwei softened her tone a bit.

“That’s more like it. Being kind to others is the basic condition for communication,” Ye Xiong uncrossed his legs, sat up straight, and asked, “So, what did you find out from the interrogation?”

“He admitted that he was the one who poisoned the hotel and that he wanted to blow us up, but he refused to say who was behind it all,” Luo Weiwei said.

“As if that needed asking; even a fool could figure it out.”

“Could it be He Haodong?” Luo Weiwei asked with suspicion.

“Bingo! As expected of a simpleton.”

Seeing Luo Weiwei on the verge of anger again, Ye Xiong didn’t dare to tease her further and said seriously, “It’s normal for He Haodong to want to kill me, but why does he want to kill you? Have you offended him too?”

Luo Weiwei fell silent, deep in thought.

“Right, last time when you took me back to the station on your motorcycle, we were chased by an assassin. Could the two cases be related?” Ye Xiong continued to inquire.

Luo Weiwei’s face showed determination as she said, “No matter what they do, they won’t stop me from investigating. I will follow this case to the end.”

“You’re indeed a warrior!”

Ye Xiong gave her a middle finger, and seeing her get angry, quickly changed it to a thumbs-up, “Sorry, sorry, got it wrong, heh heh.”

Luo Weiwei was speechless.

Such an oddball, once in a hundred years!

Rolling her eyes, Luo Weiwei suddenly said, “In the past few months, the number of missing children cases in Jiangnan City has been rising, with several families broken. The police have been trying hard, but only part of the children have been rescued; the whereabouts of others are still unknown. Ye Xiong, although I don’t know who you are, you are capable, and I also feel that you have a strong sense of justice…”

“Stop, stop!” Ye Xiong made a hushing gesture, looking at her with a smile, “That’s the police’s job, I’m just an ordinary citizen, not that capable.”

“Just what will it take for you to help?” Luo Wei gritted her teeth, cutting to the chase.

Talking about morality to such a heartless guy was like playing the lute to a cow, better to just speak plainly about the terms.

“Help? I might not be totally averse to the idea,” Ye Xiong propped his chin, eyes drifting to Luo Weiwei’s chest, then he beckoned her with a gesture to come closer.

Luo Weiwei approached cautiously, and Ye Xiong whispered something into her ear.

“You shameless wretch, is that all you’re after?” Luo Weiwei erupted with rage after hearing him out.