Chapter 97: The Enchanting Beauty Long Ba

With a swift motion, Ling Tian plunged the knife into Qiao Dong’s vital area. Applying more force, Qiao Dong’s manhood was completely severed from his body.

“Ah—” Qiao Dong let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, never having imagined he would be castrated!

Pain—endless, excruciating pain—nearly made him pass out. Yet he was no ordinary man; possessing extraordinary self-control, sweat beaded on his forehead as he glared fiercely at Ling Tian and the others, wishing he could have them skinned alive.

At that moment, chaos erupted at the stairwell entrance, punctuated by the sound of gunfire. Ling Tian and his companions halted, turning to look toward the noise.

“Stop! Don’t move! Hands up!” a commanding voice rang out—it was the police! About a dozen officers had arrived, none familiar to Ling Tian, clearly not from Han Bing’s precinct but likely from the municipal bureau. This reminded Ling Tian of a previous child trafficking case where the city police had intervened.

Ling Tian and Tiger released Qiao Dong without further violence, quietly observing the officers.

Song Ziyue felt puzzled as well. She had contacts within the city police and had already made arrangements for leniency—this sudden arrival was unexpected. What was going on?

Among the officers emerged a woman without a uniform, strikingly seductive in appearance. Her graceful sway and flowing hair gave her an air unlike that of a typical police officer.

She cast a sultry glance at Ling Tian, then disdainfully eyed Song Ziyue before approaching Long Hun. Upon seeing his bleeding eye, she displayed alarm and cried out, “Big brother, what happened to you? Who did this? Call a doctor immediately!”

“It’s Ling Tian. He injured my eye,” Long Hun replied through the pain, grateful that this woman had brought the police in time; otherwise, he might have suffered the same fate as Qiao Dong.

The woman looked at Ling Tian again, a flicker of malice in her eyes. Yet Ling Tian ignored her, engaging instead in conversation with Song Ziyue, making the woman feel as if her efforts were futile.

“Who is she?” Song Ziyue asked disdainfully, disliking this sultry woman who seemed the type to seduce men. Though she ignored her own fiery appearance, which was equally alluring.

Ling Tian briefly explained, “I checked the records. If I’m correct, she’s Long Ba, the only female among the ten leaders of the Black Dragon Gang. She’s adept at dealing with men and rarely loses.”

Song Ziyue merely smiled at his contemptuous glances toward the woman. Women were curious creatures; even when faced with equally beautiful rivals, they harbored inexplicable hostility.

“You should be careful. I bet she’ll make a move on you. Watch your back,” Song Ziyue teased, feeling a natural fondness for Ling Tian and speaking to him more casually.

Ling Tian smiled confidently, “If she dares to attack me, she’ll lose both the woman and the soldiers. Such a woman is too good to refuse, but her goal won’t be achieved. I won’t be killed so easily.”

“It seems the police were brought here by her. But it’s strange—I had a deal with the city bureau chief; no one was supposed to come. So why now?” Song Ziyue murmured in confusion.

“Let’s wait and see,” Ling Tian replied, equally puzzled as the situation grew increasingly complicated, apparently tied to higher powers.

At that moment, a junior officer approached and ordered, “Treat the injured here. The rest come with us to the station. A squad will stay to guard the wounded. After treatment, they’ll be taken to the station. Any resistance will be met with lethal force.”

His command set the officers into motion. Song Ziyue stepped forward and addressed a policeman, “Xiao Zhang, is this order from your Chief He?” It was clear she recognized both the officer and the chief.

“Oh, Sister Yue, apologies for any trouble. Please come with us to the city bureau. We didn’t realize you were here, but now we must ask for your cooperation,” the policeman replied politely without directly answering.

“All right, I’ll go with you,” Song Ziyue agreed, realizing that Long Ba had brought the police. Judging by Xiao Zhang’s attitude, something was amiss, and she wanted to see for herself.

“Ling Tian should come too,” Xiao Zhang said, pointing at Ling Tian.

“He has nothing to do with this. I’ll go alone,” Song Ziyue refused to let Ling Tian be endangered, as he had become involved because of her. She had influential backing; the police wouldn’t harm her, but Ling Tian’s fate was uncertain.

“Sister Yue, I’ll accompany you. It’s no problem,” Ling Tian insisted, feeling it necessary to stay close to his wife. He had been to a police station before.

“No, you can’t come. I’m still trying to figure out the situation. You should stay outside in case anything happens,” Song Ziyue found an excuse, unwilling to let Ling Tian get involved.

“Officer, Ling Tian is the real culprit. He blinded my eye, mutilated Qiao Dong, and severely injured several others. He must not be spared,” Long Hun pointed at Ling Tian, his accusation filled with grief and anger.

“Sister Yue, it seems Ling Tian must come with us. You can’t bear this alone,” Xiao Zhang said firmly, as if his mission was to capture Ling Tian.

“My wife says I’m not going, so I’m not. Can’t you see I’m wearing a doctor’s coat? I’m a physician—the best in the world. I have patients to treat. Goodbye,” Ling Tian declared and swiftly left. By the time Xiao Zhang reacted, Ling Tian was gone—too fast to believe.

Song Ziyue smiled faintly. Ling Tian was indeed capable. Since no lives had been lost and the troublemakers had come onto her turf, she was confident she could handle it. If Ling Tian fell into police hands, however, things might turn grim.

“Pursue! Capture him at all costs!” Xiao Zhang yelled, humiliated to have lost Ling Tian. Originally, he wanted to order a shot to kill, but seeing Song Ziyue nearby, he swallowed the words. Her influence was not something he dared to offend—whether through official channels or otherwise.

A few officers set off in pursuit, unsure of Ling Tian’s direction but determined to find him.

“Big brother, I’ll chase him down. He can’t get away that easily!” Long Ba snarled. She had aimed to capture Ling Tian today, but he had slipped through her fingers. Still, escaping her grasp was no simple feat.

“Be careful. Ling Tian is a formidable opponent,” Long Hun advised, confident in Long Ba’s prowess with men.

“I will. You focus on treating your eye. Long San should arrive soon to help with your recovery. Don’t worry too much,” Long Ba said before giving chase.

The police officers searched aimlessly, but Long Ba could track Ling Tian by his scent. She was highly sensitive to men’s unique odors; once she remembered a man’s scent, she could detect it anywhere he had been within a day. No man could elude her.

Yet she did not reveal Ling Tian’s direction to the police. This time, she intended to kill him herself and feared that prematurely alarming him would allow his escape.

As for Ling Tian, after leaving the hospital, he took a cab home. He avoided Lin Youya’s villa, not wanting to trouble them, but felt safe returning to his own house. His bodyguards were no pushovers, and even if the police came to arrest him, they would need a warrant.

Obtaining such a warrant would take time—perhaps they might never get it.

Moreover, Ling Tian had another reason to return home: he hadn’t seen his parents in a long time and missed them. He also wanted to assess his father’s connections in Jianghai City. Song Ziyue seemed to be in trouble despite her arrangements with the city bureau—something was amiss.

He trusted his father, Ling Kun, a wealthy man who likely knew influential people in Jianghai. Ling Kun appeared unassuming but might conceal a formidable identity. For the sake of his woman, Ling Tian resolved to investigate his father’s background. Previously, the carefree young master had paid little attention to family affairs, focused only on wealth, and knew little of their true standing.

Confident, Ling Tian returned home, where the guards respectfully escorted him inside. The butlers and servants busied themselves—“The young master is back!”

Xiao Fang and Xiao Fei eagerly greeted him. They missed Ling Tian greatly.

“You two have grown so much! Heh, you’re young ladies now, and your figures are improving. Tonight, I’ll help you develop further—guaranteed to turn you into beauties,” Ling Tian said with pride as he looked at the two girls.

Months ago, they were slim teenagers of fourteen or fifteen. Now they had blossomed into women—taller, shapelier, with curves in all the right places. Though not as striking as Han Bing or Lin Youya, they were far more developed than ordinary girls. Ling Tian had personally guided their growth, which filled him with great satisfaction.