Don't Provoke Princess

The interior of the car smelled like smoke. Mu Anren's cigarette butts were thrown out of the window one by one.    

"When we reached our destination, Mo Xiaohe finally opened his mouth." "Uncle Mu, the eyes of Yichen, cannot be cured in the hospital in Z Province."    

Mu Anren picked up the mineral water in Mo Xiaohe's car, but his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't open the bottle.    

Mo Xiaohe picked up another bottle from the car, unscrewed it and handed it to Mu Anren.    

Mu Anren took a glance at the bottle of water and gave up on twisting the cap. He decisively took the bottle from Mo Xiaohe.    

"Once the things here are settled, I will bring him to the hospital in Zhaoxi City. "Xiaohe, thank you." Mu Anren drank a mouthful of the water bottle with trembling hands.    

Walking into the police station, Mo Xiaohe explained his purpose of coming here and brought Mu Anren into the interrogation room.    

At this moment, the interrogation was at its most anxious. The chief judge happened to be Mu Anren's old comrade, which saved Mo Xiaohe a lot of effort.    

"They insisted that they didn't kidnap or sell anyone. What troubled us the most was the lack of physical evidence." The chief examiner reminisced with Mu Anren in the corridor, so when they talked about this matter, they felt a headache.    

Mo Xiaohe listened on the side and looked at the traffickers from time to time. Just as Mu Qingqing had said, the person inside was a relative of hers.    

"Uncle Mu, let's go in and take a look at the criminals?" Mo Xiaohe asked for Mu Anren's opinion.    

"Alright." Mu Anren had wanted to go in to see who was inside since a long time ago. Now that he heard Mo Xiaohe's suggestion, it gave him a sufficient reason to hear about the lack of physical evidence.    

The presiding judge nodded his head, and they peered through the bars of the gate.    

Ol 'Three was wearing handcuffs and a prison uniform. His eyes revealed a sense of shrewdness, and he kept staring outside.    

The moment he saw Mu Anren, he was shocked.    

"It's you?" Ol 'Three's eyes were filled with disbelief.    

Mu Anren clenched his fists and stared at Ol 'Three inside. Thinking about how Mu Yichen's hands and feet looked like they were covered in plaster, he wished he could open the gate and rush in to cripple the trafficker inside.    

"You two know each other?" From Ol 'Three's tone, the presiding judge seemed to be familiar with Mu Anren and had a keen sense of the situation.    

Ol 'Three stared at Mu Anren. Seeing that he did not immediately say anything, he quickly waved his hand, "Don't know, don't know."    

"Uncle Mu, do you know him?" Mo Xiaohe was well aware that the current Mu Anren was on the verge of going berserk.    

"You're the one who kidnapped my son and stabbed my daughter?" Mu Anren gritted his teeth, which scared Ol 'Three.    

But then, he realized that Mu Anren didn't seem to know him anymore.    

"No, no. You have captured the wrong person, I am just a commoner. " Ol 'Three quickly waved his hand.    

"You have an iron cage in your cellar, and two children in it. What proof do you have that you're not a trafficker?" The presiding judge also detested such people. However, in front of the law, one had to pay attention to evidence.    

"Didn't I already tell you? My two children have mental disorders since they were young. I was afraid that they would run out to hurt us, so didn't I lock them up?" Ol 'Three explained confidently.    

"Uncle Mu, he seems to know you. Think about it carefully, is he really one of you?" Seeing that Mu Anren didn't have any other thoughts towards this Third Bro, Mo Xiaohe couldn't help but feel anxious.    

Mu Anren stared at the shrewd Third Bro. In his mind, he had a vague impression of him, as if he had seen him before.    

"You …" Mu Anren frowned. The anger in his heart was rising and he didn't know who this person was.    

Ol 'Three shrunk back, holding his hand nervously. He was trying to figure it out too. Did Mu Anren forget him, or did someone tell him the truth?    

Furthermore, the tall man standing next to Mu Anren seemed to be familiar with him, which made Ol 'Three uneasy.    

"Anren, let's talk." The presiding judge saw that Mu Anren was not in a good mood and asked him to speak outside.    

Mo Xiaohe stared at Ol 'Three quietly as he had a plan. Aa Qi and Aa Jiu sent people here, but forgot the most important arrest scene.    

Mu Qingqing and Mu Yichen, the two most important witnesses had been taken away by him. Now that he wanted to capture the scene, how could it be that easy?    

"Anren, don't be in such a hurry. How are your children?" The presiding judge and Mu Anren were old comrades.    

"They're all in the hospital. Their youngest son is in a cast and they can't see him. The eldest daughter has a wound on her waist." Mu Anren's lips trembled as he replied.    

"So serious." The presiding judge patted Mu Anren's shoulder in concern, "Don't worry. There will be an explanation for this."    

"I want to talk to the people inside alone." Mu Anren made his request.    

As an opening, it was indeed suitable for Mu Anren to enter. After all, the Third Bro inside seemed to have some feelings for Mu Anren.    

"I'm afraid I can't do it alone. The suspect has to make a statement." The presiding judge said rationally.    

"Five minutes will do." Mu Anren pleaded.    

"This …"    

"Old Li, you know I don't need help." When Mu Anren was a soldier in the past, he never begged for help.    

"I'm going to the toilet. Don't do anything out of line." The presiding judge turned around and walked in the direction of the washroom.    

With permission, Mu Anren walked into the interrogation room. Closing the soundproof door of the interrogation room, his eyes became extremely sharp, like a sharp sword in winter, wanting to cut the trafficker into a thousand pieces.    

When the door to the interrogation room closed, Ol 'Three couldn't help but shiver.    

Mu Anren walked in alone and asked him with a serious and cold tone: "Why did you kidnap my son? Was it a premeditated plan, or was it to collude with others? "    

"You, what did you say? I don't understand. " Ol 'Three started playing dumb. From the moment Mu Anren entered the interrogation room by himself, he couldn't sit still anymore.    

Mu Anren was a businessman, and Ol 'Three knew that. Since he was able to walk into the interrogation room alone, it meant that he was related.    

Picking up a pen from the table, Mu Anren threw it in the direction of Ol 'Three. Then, he walked towards the iron fence with big steps. His hands tightly gripped the iron fence as he glared at it.    

"My son is lying on the hospital bed, how are you still alive and well?" Mu Anren roared in anger. He really wanted to blow up the iron bars and beat up the traffickers.    

Ol 'Three raised his hand to block the pen that Mu Anren threw at him, "I said it already, I'm not a trafficker."    

"The police station gave you food and even told you to sleep. How can someone as poisonous as you stay in this world?" Mu Anren roared in anger as he spat on the trafficker's hands.    

"I'm not a trafficker." "Ol 'Three explained." "You got the wrong person."    

Mu Anren kicked on the iron fence ferociously. The clashing sound inside was a bit loud. Mo Xiaohe blocked the door and looked at the nervous presiding judge. He opened his mouth leisurely and said, "The iron fence is locked, so you don't have to worry too much."    

But after a while, the sound of a table falling to the ground came from inside, and also the sound of Ol 'Three calling for help. The presiding judge quickly pulled Mo Xiaohe away and walked in with big strides.    

Sure enough, Mu Anren used some unknown method to break the lock on the iron fence. After entering the door, he started to hit Ol 'Three until his nose was crooked.    

"Anren, you're going too far." What do you want me to do? " The presiding judge pulled him, gesturing for Mo Xiaohe to bring him out.    

"Ol 'Three looked at the chief judge with tears in his eyes, knowing that he was his savior now." Sir, I'm a good person. I've already said that I'm not a trafficker, so why are you still beating me up? "    

"Shut up." The main judge looked back at Mu Anren in annoyance. He thought Mu Anren was the one who made the breakthrough, but the matter was getting more and more complicated.    

"Anren, you can go back first. If I have any news, I'll let you know immediately." The presiding judge waved Mu Anren away.    

Mu Anren was dragged out of the interrogation room by Mo Xiaohe, his body trembling uncontrollably.    

Mo Xiaohe walked with Mu Anren to the car. He knew he didn't recognize that person, which made him puzzled. If what Mu Qingqing said was true, then why couldn't Mu Anren recognize him?    

"Uncle Mu, calm down. This won't do any good." Mo Xiaohe patted his back comfortingly.    

Mu Anren's eyes were bloodshot as he sat in the back seat of the SUV. At this moment, he looked like an old man that had gone through many hardships. His eyebrows were tightly knitted, and he looked like a drenched chicken. It's all my fault! "    

"Uncle Mu really doesn't know the person inside?" Mo Xiaohe couldn't hear him speak wrongly or correctly. Things had already happened, so he should always find a way to resolve it. So what if he regretted?    

Mu Anren shook his head.    

"Uncle Mu, calm down first. We need to go to the market to buy some food. They haven't eaten yet." Mo Xiaohe diverted his attention.    

"Xiaohe, I'll be troubling you. You are my Mu Family's savior in this matter. If you need anything in the future, just ask me. " Mu Anren remembered that Mo Xiaohe had accompanied Mu Qingqing to find Mu Yichen.    

"Qing Qing and I are friends, and also the master of Brother Yichen. It's only right that we do these things." Mo Xiaohe told Mu Anren frankly about their relationship.    

"Master?" Mu Anren looked at him in confusion.    

"Now that Yichen has made his own game, he's already making money." Mo Xiaohe explained without any stinginess.    

Game? Earning money? Mu Anren looked at him in confusion.    

Isn't it unprofessional to play games? How did it end up in Mo Xiaohe's mouth as a tool to earn money?    

"Uncle Mu doesn't know yet, right?" Yichen has already made five thousand dollars. " Mo Xiaohe helped Mu Yichen talk.    

"So, my son isn't playing games all day for fun." Mu Anren was a bit confused, but this little bit of understanding had no meaning at all.