People in the Republic of China era began to rise from industry.

Looking at Nakajima Yoshi, who was curled up motionless on the bluestone paving stones.

Inspector Fernando, who had just called the Chairman from his office to report that the man had been released, now stood on the steps of the main building, his face turning green.

His breathing became extremely heavy.

At this moment, Lu Liansheng's three souls and seven spirits finally returned to their places.

He swallowed hard, his eyes darted around a few times, then he pointed at Lin Yi and shouted, "Lin Yi killed someone! He killed someone! He did it on purpose!"

"I saw!"

"Guards, arrest him!"

The hysterical shouts went out, but the entire courtyard of constables remained unmoved.

Even the foreign detectives in suits only turned their heads to look at Fernando.

They were all just trying to make a living in Shanghai.

A group of people had heard of Lin Yi's great name.

This is not a group of people who can act arrogantly just because of their skin color.

This scene sent chills down Lu Liansheng's spine.

His facial muscles twitched a few times, and he grabbed Tie Lin's arm, his eyes bloodshot as he said, "Tie Lin, didn't you always claim to hate evil and be irreconcilable with crime?"

"Someone just killed someone right in front of you in the police station, so why don't you arrest them!"

Tie Lin turned to look at him, unsure how to respond.

Regardless, Mr. Lin did indeed kill someone in full view of everyone.

"Heh, birds of a feather!"

Seeing Tie Lin's troubled expression, Lu Liansheng, who appeared to be insane, sneered and didn't bother to argue with him.

Turning around, he leaped over Kawabe Shiro, who was being pinned to the ground by two Chinese constables, and quickly walked to Fernando's side.

"Mr. Fei, aren't you going to arrest anyone?"

"Do you know that if we let Lin Yi go today, all the French people in the French Concession will become a laughing stock!"

Fernando frowned and glanced at him, but he understood the reasoning behind it.

If someone could kill someone on police grounds and get away with it, the French would have completely lost face.

This is a very serious matter.

It was so serious that he had to stand up, even knowing that doing so would offend the Chinese man in front of him with his complicated network of relationships.

He took a breath, lifted his foot to leave, and then whispered, "Lu, call the Public Works Bureau immediately."

After saying that, he walked over to Lin Yi.

Seeing this, several foreign detectives also grabbed the handles of their guns and followed.

As he walked, he observed the movements of Lin Yi's group of bodyguards.

In short, I felt extremely uneasy.

They even have machine guns!

As for the large number of Chinese constables in the courtyard, they dared not count on them.

The situation is already quite clear.

There are only three types of people in this courtyard now.

French, Chinese, and Japanese.

People of the three nationalities are clearly distinguished.

Therefore, if a conflict breaks out, they may face more than just Lin Yi's group of bodyguards.

As for Lu Liansheng, this Chinese man... he's nothing but a clown.

However, Lu Liansheng did not feel that way at this moment.

Watching Fernando lead his men toward Lin Yi, he breathed a long sigh of relief, finally feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders.

As long as we can capture Lin Yi, that's all that matters.

With the Japanese pulling strings behind the scenes, once this guy is caught, he'll never be able to get out again.

He might die suddenly before even reaching the courtroom.

Once he dies, the followers will scatter, and I will be safe.

Even if they were worried about assassination and couldn't stay in Shanghai, it would be easier for them to escape.

Otherwise, just because he specifically mentioned Huang Jinyong's disciple status in front of Lin Yi, Lin Yi would never have let him go.

Faced with certain death and a glimmer of hope, he would naturally choose the latter.

Thinking about all this, Lu Liansheng, whose legs felt weak, let out a sigh of relief before turning around and running into the office building.

"Mr. Lin, I'm very sorry."

Fernando, who walked slowly to Lin Yi, had already prepared his words.

He was just a minor police chief inspector.

His position in the Municipal Council was merely that of a deputy section chief in the police department.

He couldn't get involved in the conflicts between important figures, or even conflicts involving two countries.

There's no need to offend anyone.

Therefore, he only needs to perform his duties normally and keep the person occupied.

Everything awaits a decision from the Public Works Board, or at a higher level.

My only responsibility is to execute orders.

Lin Yi, who was tilting his head and grimacing as he tried to stop the bleeding, glanced at him and said with a smile, "Chief Inspector, I'm also very sorry."

“Chief Inspector, I am Mr. Lin’s personal lawyer. My client is refusing to answer any questions. If you have anything to say to me, Chief Inspector.”

"I will pass that message on to my client."

Frank, carrying a briefcase, handed over his business card as he spoke.

"Frank Arthur, Senior Attorney, Theo Law Firm, Wall Street, New York, USA. Thank you."

Fernando shrugged, showing no sign of being humiliated.

That's how big shots are.

He turned to look at Frank, who was standing next to Lin Yi: "Attorney Arthur, we now suspect that your client is involved in a murder case."

"please continue."

As Frank spoke, he opened his briefcase.

"According to the law, the police are now required to arrest him and bring him to trial."

Fernando continued with his usual routine, all while maintaining a serious demeanor.

"I'm sorry, my client is unable to cooperate with you right now."

"This is a diagnostic report from Johnson's Private Clinic in the International Settlement. My client suffers from a serious mental illness and has scheduled an important examination for today."

"And these are also guarantees issued in the name of individuals or associations by Mr. Smith, Consul of the United States Consulate in Shanghai, Mr. Chairman of the Shanghai Municipal Council of the International Settlement, and the China Textile Federation."

“They can guarantee that he will not leave the French Concession until a fair conclusion is reached for my client in the French Concession court.”

"Oh, right, and these too."

"It is a list of my client's fixed assets in the French Concession."

"My God, that's an amazing number."

“All of these can serve as collateral for my client.”

As he spoke, Frank handed a stack of documents to Fernando: "Inspector General, I have reviewed French law, as well as some provisional legal provisions of the French Concession."

"The documents I provided fully meet the bail conditions."

"Given my client's physical condition, the Chief Inspector must also grant him bail in accordance with the law."

Fernando: "..."

"Of course, if the Chief Inspector refuses, I will appear in court in thirty minutes to file charges against you."

“I’m pretty sure that if that’s the case, Inspector General, you’re in big trouble.”

Fernando: "..."

Seeing Fernando's discomfiture, Lin Yi tossed the handkerchief to Ah Sheng: "I'm sorry, Chief Inspector, I know the result is disappointing, but you said we need to respect the law."

Upon hearing this, Fernando looked somewhat embarrassed.

He said those words just ten minutes ago.

"By the way, in order to cooperate with the Chief Inspector's work, I am happy to stay on the police station's surveillance."

"Remember to send more people."

Lin Yi added another sentence, and Fernando's face finally darkened...