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Chapter 206 Han Chen's Wife Appears
Just as Li Yan was about to offer some consolation, a staff member came over with a thick stack of papers. Seeing the two hugging each other and the woman looking a little off, he asked tentatively, "Mr. Li, there are some formalities here that require your signatures. Is this lady okay?"

Li Yan smiled awkwardly at the staff: "It's okay, she's a little excited."

"Well, that's understandable."

The staff sitting opposite smiled knowingly and looked at Li Xiner with envy. A mansion worth 100 million yuan was transferred for free.

If it were me, I would probably go crazy with excitement!
While Li Xin'er wasn't paying attention, she secretly threw a coquettish glance at Li Yan.

If the handsome guy in front of me just wants to be on the street, it's fine with me.
Li Yan turned around and ignored him, patted Li Xin'er, and said, "Xin'er, let's handle the incident first and don't delay other people's work. If there is anything, we can talk slowly when we get home, okay?"

Seeing that Li Yan did not respond, the lady opposite had to withdraw her "good intentions" and guided the two to start the procedures.

Li Xiner then left Li Yan's arms, took the tissue handed to her by Li Yan and wiped herself, looking depressed and sad.

Finally, according to the other party's requirements, I kept signing various documents.

Because the procedure was too complicated and there was a thick pile of documents, neither of them had the time to look through them carefully since they were all necessary procedures anyway.

Following the staff's request, the two signed wherever they pointed, and they signed for a full ten minutes until their hands were sore.

The staff collected the information, returned the certificates to the two people, and said with a smile: "Basically, everything you two need to do has been completed. The remaining procedures are our job. If there are no accidents, Miss Li can come to pick up your house ownership certificate in a week."

Li Yan stood up, shook hands with the staff, expressed his gratitude, and left with Li Xiner.

The middle-aged couple waiting nearby looked in surprise at the petite Li Xin'er leaning on Li Yan as she left.

The man frowned, thought for a while, adjusted his glasses, and then said to his wife seriously: "Actually, my job is..."

"roll"

"OK."

The two then went to handle the vehicle transfer procedures, and then went to have lunch. Li Yan comforted Li Xiner with gentle words for more than an hour, calming down the emotionally unstable Li Xiner, and finally sent Li Xiner back home.

I drove home again
Li Yan had just returned home when his cell phone rang. He looked at the number and frowned.

"What's the matter? Didn't I tell you not to call me?"

As if sensing the dissatisfaction in Li Yan's tone, the voice on the other side became panicked: "Brother Yan, I'm sorry, I know what you said, but I really have no choice."

"I was beaten up by Brother Xiao again just now. This time, Brother Xiao hit me hard and left me covered with bruises. Brother Xiao threatened me this time, saying that he would give me ten days to see me alive or dead. If I still can't do it, he will really bury me this time."

"My brothers have been very cold towards me recently. I really have no choice but to beg you."

Listening to the pleading voice coming from the other side, Li Yan fell silent.

After thinking for a while, the person on the other side did not dare to disturb him and waited quietly.
Li Yan asked an irrelevant question: "Where is Han Chen's subordinate Dilu hiding? Is there any clue?"

"Yes, Dilu is Han Chen's chief henchman, and Brother Xiao ordered him to be killed. Our people have been looking for him everywhere. A few days ago, my people found him hiding in a residential building in Tsim Sha Tsui East. In compliance with your order, I suppressed this news and did not report it."

"Brother Xiao is only concerned about Han Chen and his wife, and revenge on the police. He doesn't care about this little guy at all." Li Yan nodded seriously. This loser finally did something. He ordered: "Catch him tomorrow and lock him up in a secluded place. Prepare the guys who are going to do the work and wait for my news."

The person on the other side breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly: "Okay! Brother Yan, don't worry, it's safe."

"Remember, only use people you absolutely trust. If the news leaks out, no one can save you."

Ignoring the cautious and timid voice of the person on the other end, Li Yan hung up the phone.

He laid on the couch, tapping his hands lightly, and thought for a moment before pulling out his phone and making arrangements.

At the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station, a cleaning lady was carrying a garbage bag. She picked up discarded items such as cigarette butts, tissues, and snack bags that occasionally appeared in the parking lot and threw them into the garbage bag.

When passing by a motorcycle, I squatted down and picked up a cigarette butt next to the rear wheel. I looked around and saw no one around. The camera in the distance was also blocked by the motorcycle.

He quickly pulled out something like a button from his pocket and placed it in the corner of the rear of the motorcycle.

'Snap'

The button is firmly attached to the iron sheet and cannot be seen without bending down and observing carefully.

The cleaning lady stood up as if nothing had happened and continued with her work. After a while, she disappeared into the parking lot.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the police station was off work, and the policemen filed out, talking in groups of three or four, and walked towards the parking lot.

A middle-aged man in his thirties, holding the car keys in his hand, smiled and said to a handsome young man in his early twenties beside him, "Jianming, several colleagues from our department are going to Sir Zhou's house for a party tonight. Do you want to come along?"

"No, I have something to do today. I'll go another day!" The young man named Jianming explained with an apologetic look on his face.

The middle-aged man smiled and patted Liu Jianming on the shoulder: "It's okay, we'll talk about it another day."

After seeing the middle-aged man open the car door, get in the car and start the car and leave, Liu Jianming turned around and walked to his motorcycle, patted the seat, and a hint of anticipation appeared on his face.

He took off the helmet hanging on the handlebar, put it on, got on the motorcycle, drove out of the police station gate, and merged into the traffic on the street.

Liu Jianming packed some food from a nearby restaurant, then rode his motorcycle out of the city and headed for the outskirts of town, getting more and more remote. After driving for more than an hour, the sky gradually darkened and he arrived at a remote village.

Liu Jianming carefully looked behind him through the mirror to make sure no one was following him. Then he turned a corner and arrived in front of a wooden house by a pond.

After parking the motorcycle and opening the door, he saw a woman sitting on the bed in the inner room. He breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on his face, and he put the food he had packed on the table.

She said attentively, "Sister Mary, I brought you your favorite abalone rice, roast meat, and beef brisket in clear soup. You've been hungry all day, come and have something to eat!"

The woman was about thirty years old, wearing ordinary cotton pajamas, with her legs curled up, her long arms hugging her knees, and her chin resting on her knees.

The woman's hair was piled high, revealing her fair skin. Although she looked ordinary, she had a pair of beautiful, lively eyes, which contained a heroic spirit and showed a rare determination and perseverance in women. When paired with the rest of her facial features, she seemed to have a fragrant and mellow flavor. The more you looked at her, the more beautiful she became. She was even more beautiful than you could take in.

The phoenix eyes are motionless and the brows are furrowed, the makeup is washed away and the innocence is revealed, the woman is not wearing any makeup but her complexion is like the morning glow reflected on the snow, and her frown cannot hide her stunning figure, which is actually an extremely rare sign of inner charm.

Staying in a shabby wooden house is like a phoenix landing in a pile of firewood!
(End of this chapter)