Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

Watching Su Qinghe's figure completely disappear around the corner of the flower bed, confirming that she had entered a safe area, Xie Wang's gentle facade instantly vanished, replaced by a chilling and malevolent expression.

He reached into his sweatpants pocket and pressed the emergency button on the side of his phone.

A text message containing real-time location information was instantly sent to the city's Criminal Investigation Division's emergency call platform: 【Suspect who has been stalking someone for a long time has been spotted in the alley behind the convenience store on XX Road. He may be armed. Reported by: Xie Wang.】

After doing all this, Xie Wang flexed his wrists and, without any hesitation, like a leopard locking onto its prey, suddenly turned and charged towards that shadowy corner.

"Hold."

The masked man clearly hadn't expected the high school student to react so quickly, nor had he expected him to dare rush over alone. The man cursed under his breath, and the malice he felt upon being discovered instantly transformed into the instinct to flee. He turned and ran, his movements so agile that they were nothing like those of an ordinary thug.

"stop!"

Xie Wang shouted and took off after him.

The grueling physical training he had undergone for over ten days now showed astonishing results. His explosive power was extremely strong, like a black whirlwind, relentlessly gripping the man's back.

The two men, one after the other, crossed the busy road, causing a screech of brakes and curses from drivers, before plunging into a narrow back alley piled with clutter.

The back alley was filled with the sour stench of fermenting garbage and a suffocating heat.

The man panicked and kicked over a roadside trash can in an attempt to stop him, but Xie Wang didn't even slow down. He simply braced himself against the air conditioner unit next to him and nimbly stepped over it.

dead end.

Seeing the two-meter-high red brick wall in front of him, the man suddenly stopped, his chest heaving. He was about to try to climb over the wall when the black figure behind him was already closing in.

Xie Wang blocked the only exit. He was panting heavily, sweat dripping from his chin, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Keep running! Keep running!"

The man slowly turned around, a fierce glint of desperation flashing in his cloudy eyes. He remained silent, simply reaching into his robes.

"Click".

A folding knife was flung aside, its cold light gleaming.

"Kid, don't be stupid." The man's voice sounded muffled and fierce because of the mask. "Get lost now, and I'll spare your life."

Xie Wang stared at the knife, his adrenaline surging.

"Spare me?"

Xie Wang sneered, his eyes filled with ruthlessness:

"That depends on whether you can get out of there."

"court death!"

The man roared and swung his knife at the enemy. The movement was cunning, aimed directly at their weak point; he was clearly trained.

Xie Wang barely dodged to the side, but the sharp blade tore through his sleeve, leaving a bloody gash on his forearm.

The pain instantly awakened his wild instincts. Instead of retreating, Xie Wang advanced, taking advantage of the fact that the other man's old strength had not been exhausted and new strength had not been generated. He grabbed the man's wrist and slammed his knee into the man's lower abdomen.

"Bang!"

The two wrestled, knocking over a pile of debris nearby, scattering old cardboard boxes and plastic bottles all over the ground.

The man was a professional thug, ruthless and specializing in attacking the lower body. Although Xie Wang was young and strong, he was outmatched in skill and quickly took several brutal blows. The man then slammed his elbow heavily into Xie Wang's back, causing Xie Wang to groan and fall to one knee. The knife was about to stab him in the shoulder—

"Stop! Police!"

A loud shout rang out at the alley entrance, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

The man paused.

At this critical moment, a lithe figure rushed out from behind Xie Wang, moving with lightning speed.

The newcomer kicked out with flying speed, accurately knocking the knife out of the man's hand. With a clang, the weapon flew far away. Immediately afterward, a standard grappling move was executed, twisting the man's arms behind his back and pressing him down forcefully.

"ah--!"

The man screamed as his face was pressed hard against the rough cement floor, leaving him with a mouthful of dust.

Xie Wang leaned against the wall, panting heavily, clutching his bleeding arm, and looked up at the person who had come.

She's a policewoman.

She was dressed in ordinary casual clothes, a T-shirt and jeans, with her hair tied in a ponytail, and even carrying a cup of freshly bought breakfast soy milk. But the set of grappling moves she just made was so swift and precise that it sent chills down my spine.

"Behave yourself!"

The policewoman skillfully pulled out handcuffs from behind her waist, cuffed the man to the nearby water pipe, then turned to look at Xie Wang, her brows furrowed, her tone stern:

"Young man, are you out of your mind? Fighting a knife-wielding thug hand-to-hand? If I hadn't happened to be passing by buying breakfast, you'd be lying on your back by now!"

Xie Wang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, wincing in pain, but still managed a somewhat bleak smile:

"Thank you, policewoman... I didn't expect him to have a knife."

"Don't call me 'sister,' call me Officer Wang."

Wang Nan glared at him, her tone fierce, but she still quickly checked his injuries:

"Thank goodness, it's just a superficial wound; the major artery wasn't damaged. You're incredibly reckless."

Just then.

Suddenly, a sharp and urgent siren sounded from outside the alley, followed by a deeper and more resonant engine roar.

Two distinct voices converged at the alley entrance, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Xie Wang leaned against the wall to stand up and looked towards the alley entrance.

The scene before me was visually striking, like a famous scene from a movie.

On the left were three police cars with flashing red and blue lights, and several fully armed police officers were rushing down, ready to pounce.

On the right is a Maybach, all black and exuding an imposing aura. Its license plate is an extremely arrogant consecutive Beijing A number, reflecting a cold, luxurious pressure under the sunlight.

The two groups arrived almost simultaneously.

Before the Maybach had even come to a complete stop, the passenger door was suddenly pushed open.

An elderly man in a Zhongshan suit, with gray hair but a sprightly demeanor, came downstairs—it was Uncle Zhong, the old butler of the Su family.

Behind Uncle Chung, the back door of the car opened.

Su Qinghe got out of the car.

Her face turned deathly pale, her usual composure completely gone. When she saw the still-bleeding wound on Xie Wang's arm and the dust on his clothes, her eyes instantly reddened.

"Thank you, Wang!"

Ignoring the surprised looks from the police outside the cordon and Uncle Zhong's attempts to stop her, she rushed into the alley and ran to Xie Wang.

Her hand hovered in mid-air, wanting to touch his wound, yet he dared not; her voice trembled.

"You're bleeding...Are you stupid?! Why did you chase after me alone?!"

"It's really nothing."

Xie Wang used his uninjured hand to pull her behind him, blocking the sinister gaze of the man being led out:

"It's just a cut, it looks scary."

At this moment, Uncle Zhong walked over with four burly bodyguards wearing sunglasses and dressed in black.

He first bowed respectfully to Su Qinghe, then turned to look at the suspect being escorted by the police.

In that instant, a chilling glint of malice flashed in the old butler's cloudy eyes.

"The Su family will pursue this matter to the end, and we will send a legal team to follow up."

Wang Nan paused for a moment, looked at the Maybach, then at Xie Wang, who was disheveled but protected by the crowd, and her expression became somewhat complicated.

This kid looked like a reckless idiot, but I didn't expect him to have such a powerful background.

"Don't worry." Wang Nan handed over the suspect to her colleagues who had rushed over, waving her hand in a businesslike manner. "I am Wang Nan from the Municipal Criminal Investigation Detachment. The suspect was caught red-handed with a weapon. He can't escape. Take him back first, and you can all come and give your statements."

……

[Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau - Director's Office]

An hour later.

Meanwhile, a surprise interrogation was underway in the interrogation room. The masked man was initially defiant, but his psychological defenses were gradually crumbling in the face of the surveillance footage and fingerprints of the murder weapon that Wang Nan presented.

Meanwhile, at the director's office at the other end of the corridor.

The air conditioning was on full blast, but the atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

The bureau chief was sitting behind a large desk, holding a thermos in his hand, his brows furrowed as he looked at a document on the desk.

"Ring ring—"

The red landline on the corner of the table suddenly rang.

The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet office.

The director's hand trembled slightly, spilling a few drops of water from his thermos. He stared at the phone; it was a private line, usually only used by higher-ups or extremely important figures.

He took a deep breath and picked up the receiver:

"Hello, this is Zhang Jianguo."

A distorted, altered voice came from the other end of the phone; it was impossible to tell if it was male or female, but it carried an air of nonchalant arrogance.

"Director Zhang, are you busy?"

"Who are you?" Director Zhang asked warily.

"Who I am is not important. What is important is that your bureau just arrested someone named Liu Qiang."

The other person paused, then chuckled softly:

"That was a misunderstanding. It was just a common financial dispute; the young people were being immature and just fooling around."

"Let it go."

Director Zhang stood up abruptly, his tone forceful: "Release him? He attacked someone with a knife! He even injured a student! This is a criminal case, the evidence is conclusive!"

"evidence?"

The voice on the other end of the phone turned cold:

"Director Zhang, if that's the case, I also have some 'evidence' about your son who's studying abroad. I've heard he's been... a bit restless lately?"

Director Zhang's face turned deathly pale instantly, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the receiver bulged, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

"What...what do you want?"

"I said, release them."

The other person's voice regained that nauseating elegance:

"I need to see Liu Qiang walk out of the police station within ten minutes, otherwise those photos will appear in the disciplinary committee's email inbox."

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The phone hangs up.

Director Zhang slumped into his chair, the receiver slipping from his hand and dangling in mid-air, making a swaying sound.

He looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, but felt a chill run through his body.

a long time.

His hand trembled as he pressed the intercom button, his voice hoarse like that of a dying old man:

"Hey... Criminal Investigation Department? Put that Liu Qiang case on hold for a bit."

"Yes... release them."