CHAPTER 336: CHAPTER 315: IT’S NOT HIS TURN TO INTERVENE

Mahadi muttered at the young man before him and underestimated Rem’s words, underestimated the Hua family. Perhaps in everyone’s eyes, Hua Qingyi was an inadequate successor, reckless and competitive. But the only person who truly understood and appreciated him was Xiao Lin. Action was not Hua Qingyi’s forte, it was just a facade. As the clock ticked past nine on the bedside, he picked up his clothes. It was about time to pick someone up.

"I’m sorry!" Rem quickly walked in from outside, fearing things would go wrong if this went on: "Mr. Hua, please allow me to apologize!"

Rem reached out his hand, but Hua Qingyi refused: "I am Director Rem of the City Center Police Bureau!" Still, no one paid him any mind, causing this high-and-mighty person to abruptly drop his demeanor: "You must know, such incidents in our district are undesirable by anyone. Chief Mahadi has been quite troublesome in his statements, we hope for your understanding."

"I am very cooperative with the police, since Chief Mahadi thinks I am involved with this entire case, or let’s say you believe Hardley’s death is related to me, then please prepare a cell for me, I’m ready to await your inquiry at any time." Hua Qingyi tilted his head, glancing at Director Rem: "However, you’d better produce evidence to accuse me."

"Director, Master Hassan is here." A police officer rushed in, grabbing his baton nervously at his waist.

"What?" Rem, dizzy, steadied himself on the table, letting out a helpless sigh: "Come with me! Mr. Hua, please sit for a moment, we will process your release shortly."

In the large office, Hassan strolled around casually, it was his first time in the police director’s office, giving him a sense of novelty. Wearing traditional attire made him look even taller, and his deep eyes appeared exceptionally gentle at this moment.

"Master Hassan, what brings you here?" Rem greeted him with a smile, taking his left hand and kissing it.

"I have a matter to trouble the director with." Hassan accepted Rem’s courtesy calmly, withdrew his hand, and continued fiddling with the globe on the desk.

"What instructions do you have?"

"A Chinese friend of mine was unfortunately brought here by you." A drop of sweat fell from Rem’s forehead. One Hua Qingyi was already a headache, now with Hassan involved, it was driving him into a corner. He didn’t want any unfortunate incidents in the remaining years of his career, but then Hassan added: "I heard he was also subjected to inhumane treatment?"

"You mean Mr. Hua Qingyi, who was implicated in the Hardley incident? Rest assured, Master Hassan, we are merely following procedures and are about to send him back to his residence."

"Hmm!" Hassan moved to a row of bookshelves: "Rem, we’ve been friends for many years. I heard your wife’s birthday is approaching, so I’ve specially prepared a gift for her. Have someone come over to pick it up later."

In fact, Hassan was much younger than Rem, in his thirties, with a wealth exceeding billions and still rising. In the Middle East, the wealth gap is conspicuous, and if you can associate with such a wealthy person, your position will be quite secure.

"Thank you, Master Hassan!" Hassan looked up as a shadow flashed past him.

"I’m here to bail Hua Qingyi!" Xiao Lin, wearing sunglasses, looked even more striking, his slim trousers accentuating his perfect figure, his cold voice causing people to stare at him.

"Please wait a moment."

Xiao Lin walked to the side, standing in the sunlight, enjoying the scent of the sun. Those passing by couldn’t help but pause and glance at this handsome Easterner, accustomed to such observations. Xiao Lin went about his business unconcernedly.

Rarely able to enjoy the light freely, Xiao Lin frowned, his intuition telling him someone was watching him unabashedly from the shadows. Lifting his cup, Xiao Lin drank water, looking around but couldn’t find the source of the gaze, an unsettling feeling.

"Brother!" Hua Qingyi emerged from the inner room, followed by a bald middle-aged man and a very young boy.

"Did they trouble you?" Tossing the disposable cup into the trash can, Xiao Lin adjusted Hua Qingyi’s collar.

"It’s good enough I didn’t trouble them." Hua Qingyi smiled, it was a fact, no need to argue.

"Hmm!" Xiao Lin walked to the front desk: "What procedures are needed?"

"No need, no need!" Rem stepped forward. Having navigated such settings for so many years, he knew what sort of person he was dealing with. The young man before him in his twenties was also a tough one: "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Hua."

Xiao Lin smiled, accompanying Hua Qingyi out of the police station.

"Hello!" A person dressed as a servant approached, handing over a letter with both hands: "Our master would like to invite the two of you to the mansion."

Xiao Lin took the letter, the seal featuring an exotic bird, typically used by noble families, showing the family’s prominence.

A black car drove past Xiao Lin, and when he looked up, he met a pair of eyes like those of an eagle. He remembered this person, and it was a vivid memory.

"Bro, should we go?"

"Yes, let’s go openly and honestly." Xiao Lin said without looking back.

Walking into this manor again felt a bit strange. Xiao Lin slightly mocked himself, while Miao Shaoqing, wearing a well-tailored, fashionably styled suit, was not as composed. As the saying goes, a man must have proper attire just as a Buddha needs gold coating; this was probably the meaning, and after being dressed up, Miao Shaoqing could be considered a type that women liked.

The car that came to pick them up slowly drove through the manor gates. Xiao Lin signaled Hua Qingyi with his elbow. The latter nodded, and when the guards at the door were not paying attention, he placed a small piece of something akin to plasticine on the wall.

The car stopped in front of the main building group, which had a distinctively owner-like style, accompanied by the rise and fall of the fountain and the music, making the night extremely elegant.

When Xiao Lin got out of the car with Hua Qingyi in tow, Hassan was already standing there in front of the main building.

Xiao Lin couldn’t help but smile playfully and said, "Being personally welcomed at the door by the wealthiest man is indeed a testament to your high status."

"That’s because they don’t know your background. Compared to you, I’m just a small-time player." Hua Qingyi coughed lightly, adjusted his collar with both hands, and stepped forward.

Their hands clasped tightly, saying nothing to each other, with a sense of hero meeting hero’s appreciation: "This is my elder brother, Xiao Lin." After nodding friendly at Hassan, Hua Qingyi stepped back half a step to reveal Xiao Lin from behind him, and politely gestured an invitation.

Xiao Lin reached out his hand and upon seeing Hassan, was quite certain that this was not the person he saw in the car that morning. Even though they had similarities in many ways, even in the current aura, it was quite similar, but the power emanating from the eyes could not be imitated.

"Inviting Young Master Hua, one of the four great families of Huaxia, is the greatest honor of my life." Hassan took the lead, and only when entering the main group of buildings could one uncover its opulent splendor.

Hua Qingyi was amazed at the interior decorations and furnishings, though the Hua family was not a common lineage, compared to here, they seemed relatively modest.

"How is Elder Hua’s health these days?" After dinner, Hassan led Hua Qingyi and others into a side room, where a richly decorated small table stood on a thick carpet, covered with abundant fruits and fine wine. Hassan gestured for them to sit down: "About two years ago, when my father visited Huaxia, he had the privilege of meeting Elder Hua briefly, but they did not have the chance for a long talk, which was indeed quite regrettable. Upon returning to the country, my father often reminisced about Elder Hua’s unique insights, which I greatly admire."

Hua Qingyi chuckled softly, picked up the jug at hand, and filled Hassan’s glass and his own: "My father often mentions wanting to come here someday to foster friendly relations between our two countries."

At this moment, soothing music felt like it was dropping from the sky and started playing all around. The light above dimmed gradually, transforming the entire room into a night of the starry sky. Hassan said with a smile, "This is a program I’ve arranged for you all, I hope you will like it."

Hassan’s smile was quite ambiguous, and in fact, the woman who walked out with the music was even more so.

Hua Qingyi was excited, being particularly fond of women with large hips that made him unable to take his eyes off.

"Hassan!" With a few drinks down, Hua Qingyi became relaxed and addressed him by his name: "Do you know of the Empress Palace?"

"What man doesn’t know about that place?" Hassan looked a tad tipsy and hugged a woman into his arms, recklessly disregarding the gazes of people around.

"And do you know that Angel?" With a slight blush, Hua Qingyi squinted his eyes, charmingly under the dim light.

"You’re even prettier than an Angel, ah hahahaha!" Hassan finished speaking, slipping his hand into the dancer’s underwear, making Miao Shaoqing blush, turn away, and after whispering a few words to Xiao Lin, he clasped his hands together and left the side room apologetically.

"Your bodyguard is quite shy!" Hassan’s hands never stopped while the woman beneath showed no sign of excitement: "Tonight, you must find him a woman to enjoy; you Chinese men are too reserved."

"Hassan, I want that Angel, whatever it takes, money is not a problem."

"That’s the Empress Palace’s priceless item. If you take someone else’s treasure, someone will certainly risk their life against you."

"Are you referring to Fourth Master?"

Hassan chuckled, his left hand already reaching towards the dancer’s intimate area: "Fourth Master isn’t qualified to meddle with the Empress Palace." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)