Ye Chen didn't say much. After all, this was Kyushu—access to firearms was rare. If he didn't seize this opportunity, there was no telling when the next chance would come.
"Deal."
Without hesitation, Ye Chen agreed. He asked for the seller's bank account and immediately transferred the 50 million.
The middle-aged man checked his phone, and upon confirming the transaction, he grinned in satisfaction. "Alright, sir, the goods are yours."
He turned, ready to get in his van and leave.
Just then—
"Move in!"
Mu Xiaoyao's sharp command rang through the darkness. She yanked her pistol from her holster and charged forward.
"Police! Hands in the air!"
At her shout, officers burst from their hiding spots, weapons aimed on the suspects. In an instant, the entire area was surrounded.
Jiang Che, watching from a distance, smirked. He had no doubt that Ye Chen wouldn't be caught so easily.
Then, his gaze landed on Xiao Han, standing next to Ye Chen.
Wait a second.
Jiang Che's brows furrowed.
Xiao Han?
What the hell?
No wonder there had been no news from Xiao Han lately—he had already joined forces with Ye Chen!
Ye Chen stiffened as the police swarmed the area.
So that's why my right eyelid kept twitching today. The police have been waiting here all along!
But how had they known about this deal?
Only three people knew—Xiao Han, the arms dealer, and… Bai Huamei.
Ye Chen's expression darkened.
That woman betrayed me!
Now everything made sense—the cryptic way Bai Huamei had spoken, her vague warning:
"Be careful and live long…"
His grip tightened into fists.
He, Ye Chen, former captain of the Sirius Mercenaries, had been played by a woman?
Even if he didn't want to admit it, the truth was glaring.
But there was no time for regrets.
Ye Chen swiftly grabbed two pistols from the crates and tucked them into his waistband. He had already spent 50 million—he wasn't about to walk away empty-handed.
"Put the gun down!"
Mu Xiaoyao, laser-focused, spotted his movement. She raised her weapon, her voice laced with warning.
Ye Chen ignored her. Instead, he turned to Xiao Han and spoke quietly.
"Get ready to run."
He counted down softly.
"Three… two…"
Xiao Han tensed, nodding in understanding. The situation was dire.
"One!"
In perfect sync, both men leaped onto the roof of a nearby van and, in the blink of an eye, vanished into the darkness.
"Fire!"
Mu Xiaoyao's voice rang out.
Gunshots echoed through the night as officers scrambled after them. But it was useless.
Ye Chen and Xiao Han were gone.
For a dark-energy warrior, escaping from a group of ordinary officers was child's play.
Mu Xiaoyao clenched her fists, her face livid.
Two criminals had escaped—right under her nose.
Worse, Jiang Che had witnessed it all.
She could only imagine how he saw her now.
Swallowing her frustration, Mu Xiaoyao turned sharply to the three arms dealers, now surrounded by officers. They had been subdued and no longer had the ability to resist.
Her cold gaze locked onto the middle-aged man.
"Who was that guy?" she demanded.
The man shook his head helplessly. "I don't know."
It was the truth. In their line of work, they never asked questions. The less they knew, the safer they were. He hadn't even had the chance to ask for Ye Chen's name before the police stormed in.
Mu Xiaoyao exhaled sharply.
"Take them away!"
The officers shoved the three men toward the police vehicles. There was no need for interrogation here—the real questioning would happen back at the station.
The suspects didn't resist. They knew the game was over.
At this point, their only option was to cooperate and hope for leniency.
As the suspects were loaded into the police cars, officers began collecting the smuggled weapons.
This was solid evidence—proof of a major arms trafficking operation.
Just smuggling this many firearms was enough to warrant severe punishment.
Mu Xiaoyao watched grimly.
Even though they had seized the weapons and arrested the traffickers, she couldn't shake the frustration of letting Ye Chen slip through her fingers.
Meanwhile, Jiang Che cast a glance toward the direction Ye Chen and Xiao Han had fled.
Then, without hesitation—
He followed.
A smirk tugged at his lips.
"You think you can run from me? Let's see who wins this game."
But first—
"Might as well extort them a little before turning them in."