Mu Lin looked at Huo Ai, Huo Ai gazed at Dong Enyu, and Dong Enyu scrutinized Mu Lin… a strange triangular gaze.
“Aren’t you afraid of not being able to leave after knowing so much?” Huo Ai’s tone was flat, without any hint of threat, but the words clearly carried that implication.
Upon hearing this, Dong Enyu first widened her eyes, then laughed heartily as if she had heard the biggest joke.
“Not being able to leave? If I were afraid, I wouldn’t have come.” The woman wiped away the tears from laughing, thinking Huo Ai’s question was unnecessary.
If she were afraid, she wouldn’t have come.
If she were afraid, she wouldn’t have gotten involved in this mess.
Dong Enyu was extremely confident.
Since she could come in, she wasn’t afraid of leaving, even if it meant lying down.
The woman leisurely crossed her legs, relaxing against the chair back.
She had said everything she wanted to say, and with no barriers left, she didn’t need to hide anything from Huo Ai and Mu Lin.
Now she was Dong Enyu, the real Dong Enyu.
“The ring is beautiful.” The delicate diamond ring on her finger was hard to ignore, and Dong Enyu pointed to Mu Lin’s wedding ring, complimenting it.
Mu Lin immediately became flustered, covering it up, her hands tightly clasped, her head lowered so much that her expression was unreadable.
“Enyu… have you been acting all along?” The voice was as thin as a mosquito’s, causing the two present to squint their eyes.
“Why? Have you been targeting us from the start?” To bring down Haijiao and Utopia? Mu Lin had no interest in such matters; she only followed her parents’ instructions to take over Fanar, establish Utopia, befriend Huo Ai, and be with Rick.
These were all arranged, and all she needed was obedience.
However, Dong Enyu was an unexpected presence, appearing so directly in her life.
Mu Lin’s eyes reddened, unable to describe her feelings, only feeling a sourness at the corners of her eyes… But she didn’t cry because she knew that crying now would mean nothing…
“To be honest, exposing you was just a whim.” Dong Enyu said mercilessly with a smile.
Huo Ai took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
The words ‘just a whim’ almost made her punch the woman, but she held back.
“Troubling you on a whim, and going to such great lengths.” She could only use a bitter smile to mock the woman.
Because Huo Ai hadn’t figured out what to do next.
“You’re too kind, Director Huo, it wasn’t troublesome at all.” When their eyes met, sparks flew in the air.
No one would play this hand now, and Huo Ai could only take it one step at a time.
“It seems you have a strong backing, and fighting you doesn’t seem to have much chance of winning,” Huo Ai didn’t want to speculate on Dong Enyu’s true identity.
She only knew that Dong Enyu could hold on to her, and she must have connections comparable to Haijiao, or even broader and stronger.
“So, what conditions do you need to let us go? Money? Position?” At this point, Huo Ai almost laughed.
Money, maybe, but position? What position could she have now? It’s just a facade.
However, Dong Enyu shook her head, extending a finger to indicate ‘one,’ a gesture overlapping with a certain memory.
She remembered…
“Compensation… how much is the compensation?”
“Not much.”
“A million?”
“A deal.”
Just like when Huo Ai saved her, they weren’t talking about money or position, but a deal.
The rain outside hit the glass with a pitter-patter, and the room became completely dark, with only the faint city lights illuminating the unlit room.
Dong Enyu’s lips held a faint smile, while Huo Ai remained expressionless, and Mu Lin looked tense.
Three forces, three thoughts, would ultimately lead to one result.
“I want you to get out of North District.” Bringing them down wasn’t enough; she wanted Huo Ai to disappear.
Mu Lin trembled all over when she heard this.
She suddenly jumped up, her hands tightly clasped, almost twisting together.
“I will leave North District! I won’t cooperate with Xiao Ai anymore, so… so please don’t drive Xiao Ai out of North District… She took over Haijiao for Uncle… This is Xiao Ai’s hard work… Haijiao can’t disappear… It can’t…”
What right did she have to negotiate?
Dong Enyu sighed, the smile gone from her lips.
“Do you think I care about such things?”
Coldly, it was like a voice from hell.
“Even if her ancestral grave is here, I’ll still dig it up.” If she didn’t have this determination, how could she play games with them?
Huo Ai bit her lower lip, simply closing her eyes.
Mu Lin had stopped trembling, but her eyes were filled with disbelief as she looked at Dong Enyu.
The confusion, incomprehension, fear, and unfamiliarity in her eyes were so obvious.
She opened her mouth, uttering a weak voice, and after a while, she said, “The Enyu I know… isn’t like this…”
“Oh? Is that so?” Dong Enyu shrugged, expressionless.
“Then what kind of person is the Dong Enyu you know?”
Now, it was Mu Lin’s turn to be speechless.
She clearly remembered, Dong Enyu, the woman who shared wonderful times with her, the woman who taught her how to love, always coaxing her, holding her, seducing her.
In her memory, the woman sitting at the desk in front of her was exactly the same as the Enyu she remembered, but the aura was completely different.
The Enyu she liked was gentle, sometimes cunning, but always smiling at her.
But now…
Was the person with cold eyes and an arrogant aura also Enyu?
“Sorry to scare you, but this is the real me.” The woman slightly tilted her head, her wavy long hair cascading over her shoulder.
Dangerous, alluring.
Mu Lin closed her lips, her nails digging into her flesh, leaving several bloody marks.
“In any case,” Dong Enyu glanced at her watch, slowly standing up, “if you’re still in North District in a week, don’t blame me for being rude.”
She made it clear that she didn’t want to see Haijiao or Huo Ai again.
If this tumor wasn’t removed, it would cause problems sooner or later.
She was just doing some cleaning for the North District police.
As for how to be rude, Dong Enyu kept it to herself.
She didn’t have much time, and today’s purpose was just to submit her resignation, not expecting it to take so long.
As Dong Enyu took her first step, the sound of a drawer opening immediately came from behind.
She glanced sideways, seeing a gun barrel pointed at her.
“Xiao Ai!” Mu Lin shouted in panic.
Huo Ai just nodded at Mu Lin, her gaze returning to Dong Enyu.
The woman was fearless, even turning completely around, facing each other.
“Driving me out of North District,” Huo Ai held the gun in her right hand, without a tremor, “is it your final revenge on me?”
Not burying her three feet under the ground was probably the woman’s greatest mercy to Huo Ai.
“Yes.” In light of their past intimacy, Dong Enyu nodded with a smile.
One second, two seconds, three seconds… It wasn’t until three minutes later that the gun barrel was lowered.
“You can go.”
Dong Enyu squinted her eyes, not forgetting to tease with a smile before leaving.
“Good girl.”
…
The woman wasn’t sure if Huo Ai would keep her promise, but she certainly kept her word.
In the Police Station office, the woman dressed casually, sitting in the lounge area with her legs crossed, holding a can of cola.
At this moment, the TV was broadcasting the latest news.
Various news channels suddenly reported on a case from over a year ago, about the assassination of the Fanar heir, which was just a ruse.
Those repeatedly enlarged photos were undoubtedly familiar to Dong Enyu, the delicate face she knew, like a warm sun, Mu Lin.
What these reports meant to Dong Enyu, only she knew.
The woman tilted her head back, taking a sip of cola, as the office door was pushed open.
Chen Zheng entered, seeing the anchor pointing out the flaws in the evidence from a year ago.
The woman who was shot into the sea wasn’t the Fanar heir.
The real heir was hidden behind a black curtain, always living a good and stable life.
Hearing this, Chen Zheng frowned, picking up the remote to turn off the annoying news.
“Did you send out the data?” Chen Zheng sat back in his main seat, gesturing for Dong Enyu to come over.
It was time to talk business.
The woman lazily nodded, swallowing the cola in her mouth without saying a word.
Bringing down Haijiao and exposing the Fanar heir was never the Police Station’s goal, but it was Dong Enyu’s persistent extra task.
Chen Zheng scratched his head.
He had no position to interfere with Dong Enyu’s decisions, as those two people weren’t good either.
“The countdown to execution has begun.
Do you have any thoughts?” Uncle Chen seemed quite troubled, even offering a cigarette to Dong Enyu, lighting one for himself to ease his worries.
The so-called execution was a warning.
This was the killer of two consecutive council members, a habitual offender, but this time they contacted the police, truly generous.
“Plan A, shoot the criminal into a beehive from the sniper point on the side.” Dong Enyu raised a finger, but saw Chen Zheng frown.
“Plan B, directly break into the residence and capture the criminal,” this seemed more feasible, but the woman kindly reminded, “considering the opponent’s strong force, there’s a risk of escaping the Apartment and shooting innocent civilians.” She wasn’t exaggerating.
Dong Enyu had actually scouted the hideout, and the firepower hidden in Yong Le’s rundown Apartment was not to be underestimated.
Hearing this, Chen Zheng took a deep drag of his cigarette, saying softly, “What about Plan C?”
“Lock the council member in jail.” This was the most direct and simple approach.
“Tsk! If it could be settled like that, we wouldn’t be so troubled,” society is cruel.
Member Liu had done so many despicable things, but because of his high status, even with evidence, he couldn’t be convicted.
“And? You have the most tricks up your sleeve, there should be more plans, right?”
Dong Enyu tilted her head back, finishing the cola in one go, then crushed the can.
“I know you won’t adopt any of these plans, so I’ve already had Fang Zhong carry out Plan D for me.” The woman shook the cola can in her hand, somewhat nonchalant.
However, what the plan was, only she knew.
Uncle Chen squinted his eyes, extinguishing his cigarette before exhaling the last puff of white smoke.
“Is there no problem? Your Plan D?” Chen Zheng knew Dong Enyu loved to mess around, so he was quite skeptical of the woman’s secret plan.
“What’s the problem?” The woman stood up with a smile, placing the crushed can on the table.
She tilted her head and smiled charmingly, “What kind of problem could a piece of rope and a dose of anesthetic cause?”
