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The club, like a javelin, drew a straight line in the air, and the clubhead struck Tiger's wrist, which was holding a knife, with precision.

Tiger winced in pain, his fingers loosened, and the knife flew out of his hand, spinning twice in the air before landing on the ground with a clatter and sliding a long distance away.

At the same instant, Zhang Yifan had already taken his second step.

He pushed off the ground with his right leg, and his body sprang forward like a spring, rushing to Tiger Brother in two steps.

With his left hand, he grabbed Tiger's arm, which was still wrapped around Lin Wanqing's neck, and twisted it outwards by wedging his thumb and forefinger into the gap of the elbow joint.

Tiger's arm made a soft clicking sound as he was twisted to the side, his arm sliding off Lin Wanqing's neck.

Zhang Yifan grabbed Lin Wanqing by the back of her collar with his right hand and pulled her back forcefully.

Lin Wanqing was pulled out of Tiger's arms, staggered back several steps, tripped, lost her balance, and fell towards Zhang Yifan.

She instinctively reached out to grab him, wanting to hug him.

Zhang Yifan turned to the side.

Her hand slid across his chest, her fingertips brushing against the fabric of his school uniform, but she grasped nothing.

Lin Wanqing missed her target, her knees hit the ground, and she ended up lying face down at Zhang Yifan's feet.

All of this happened in less than three seconds.

Captain Sun was the first to react, rushing forward and pinning Tiger to the ground.

Tiger's other arm was twisted behind his back, his face pressed against the dirty floor, and he was still cursing, "You fucking... I'm not done with you yet..."

Other police officers rushed up and handcuffed Tiger's hands behind his back, then picked up the knife from the ground and put it into an evidence bag.

Several henchmen squatted in the corner with their hands behind their heads. Some of them squatted even more perfectly than the standard, while others were too weak to squat and sat down directly. One of them lay on the ground pretending to be dead, his face buried in the floor and not moving at all.

Zongwen peeked out from behind the wall, his mouth agape wide enough to fit a billiard ball.

He glanced at Tiger, who was pinned to the ground, then at the row of underlings squatting down, then at Lin Wanqing lying on the ground, and finally his gaze settled on Zhang Yifan.

Zhang Yifan stood two steps away, his hands already in his pockets, his expression exactly the same as when he said, "Since we're already here."

Zongwen had only one thought in his mind.

Fan Ge is so damn handsome!!!

Lin Wanqing lay on the ground, her knee hitting the tile, breaking the skin and drawing a few drops of blood.

But she couldn't feel any pain.

Her mind was buzzing, and all she could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat.

She thought she was going to die, that she really was going to die. Tiger's knife was right against her neck, and she could even feel the coldness of the blade seeping into her blood vessels through her skin.

Then Zhang Yifan appeared.

He pulled her out of Tiger's arms.

He came to save her.

This thought was like a ray of light, cleaving through the chaotic fear and despair in her mind.

She lay on the ground, tears streaming down her face—not from fear, but from grievance, from relief, from…

He still cares about her.

Didn't he say he wouldn't care about her? Didn't he say it had nothing to do with her? Didn't he say in front of the whole class that he used to feed his breakfast to the dog?

But he still came.

He still saved her.

Lin Wanqing slowly got up, supporting herself on the ground. The wound on her knee was pulled, and she gasped in pain, but she didn't care.

She looked up at Zhang Yifan through teary eyes, her lips trembling, her voice thin and hoarse, like a drowning person grasping at the last piece of driftwood.

"Yifan...you still came to save me..."

Her tears streamed down her cheeks, wetting the collar of her school uniform.

"I knew it... I knew you still cared about me..."

As she spoke, she took a step toward Zhang Yifan.

Zhang Yifan took a step back.

His hands were still in his pockets, and his face remained expressionless.

It wasn't a deliberately tense indifference; it was genuinely devoid of any emotion, like seeing a stranger fall down on the street, reaching out to help them up, and then going about your business as usual.

"It's not that I care about you."

His voice was soft, and his tone was unusually flat.

"The police are there; I can't pretend I didn't see them."

Lin Wanqing was stunned.

Her mouth was open, tears still clung to her face, but the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.

"I would have intervened if anyone had been held at knifepoint, regardless of whether you are Lin Wanqing or not."

After Zhang Yifan finished speaking, he took another step back to the side, creating a sufficient distance between them.

He looked into her eyes and added one last sentence.

"It's just something I did, don't overthink it."

Lin Wanqing stood there, her lips moving several times, wanting to say something, wanting to say "You're lying", wanting to say "You weren't like this before", wanting to say "You said you would do anything for me".

But she didn't say a word.

Because Zhang Yifan had already turned around.

He didn't look at her again, not even out of the corner of his eye.

Lin Wanqing stood in the middle of the empty billiard hall, blood still seeping from the wound on her knee, her school uniform covered in dust, her hair disheveled and draped over her shoulders, and her face streaked with tears.

All around him were the hurried footsteps of the police, the panting of the underlings crouching in the corner, and Zongwen's hesitation at the stairwell, unsure whether to step forward.

She felt like an old toy that had been thrown away on the side of the road.

The person who chased after her for a year now doesn't even bother to look at her.

Tiger was pinned to the ground, his chubby face pressed against the floor, still cursing under his breath.

Captain Sun knelt on his back and was handcuffing him.

Tiger's one hand was already cuffed, while his other hand was still struggling, his nails scraping the floor with a harsh, screeching sound.

Zhang Yifan walked past Tiger.

He could have just walked over there; he didn't even intend to stop.

But just as he passed by Tiger's head, he heard a voice telling him to stop and crouch down.

Tiger, lying on the ground, muttered curses, "Don't you fucking get cocky... You think I don't know who you are? Aren't you that poor bastard Peng Kaifei keeps talking about? The Peng family won't abandon me..."

Zhang Yifan paused for a moment.

He turned around, walked back, and squatted down in front of Tiger.

Tiger thought he was going to hit him, so he instinctively shrank back, but his hands were handcuffed and he couldn't move his body.

Zhang Yifan did not hit him.

He simply squatted there, looked into Tiger's eyes, and asked a very soft question: "Why won't the Peng family abandon you?"

Tiger paused for a moment, then grinned, revealing a set of teeth stained yellow from smoking.

"Want to know? Beg me."

Zhang Yifan stood up, turned around and left.

Tiger's smile froze.

"Hey...stop right there! Aren't you going to ask anything?"

Zhang Yifan ignored him.

Tiger got impatient and shouted at his retreating back, "I know everything about the Peng family and Principal Meng's dirty laundry! The transfer records! The contracts! I have them all on my phone! Don't you want to know?"