"What is this?" Fatty Lin asked, confused. "If I haven't guessed wrong, the real purpose of those big fellows just now wasn't merely to beat us up; this is their objective," Yang Yi said, his brow perpetually furrowed as he stared at the packet of white powder on the floor.

"Brother Yi, could this be..." Fatty Lin suddenly gasped in astonishment. "White powder..." Yang Yi stated casually.

"Buzz!" Fatty Lin, Ye Xiaohou, and Xu Ming, who had sustained minor injuries, all widened their eyes, a sense of dread chilling their hearts. What was this?

A frame-up? A setup?

"They're clearly trying to frame us by doing this. What should we do now?" Ye Xiaohou asked.

"There's nothing we can do now. The police must already be at the door," Yang Yi took a deep breath, as if composing himself, and the chilling aura surrounding him instantly subsided somewhat.

"Then, Brother Yi, what do we do now?" Fatty Lin asked. Yang Yi pondered deeply, troubled and perplexed.

Why would those men resort to such measures, and who was the mastermind pulling their strings from behind the scenes? "My target is me.

Fatty, you take the third and fourth brothers and escape toward the window!" "No way!" Fatty Lin and the other two immediately objected upon hearing Yang Yi's words. "Don't worry, I'll be fine.

If we don't hurry, it'll be too late. Besides, the third brother is injured and needs bandaging immediately," Yang Yi said after a moment of consideration.

"But...!" They still hesitated. "But what?

Hurry up! Damn it, are you not listening to me, your elder brother?

If you get out, I still have a sliver of hope. If we're all caught, then we are truly finished," Yang Yi narrowed his eyes at Fatty Lin.

"I understand," Fatty Lin said after seeing the look in Yang Yi's eyes. "Second Brother...!" Ye Xiaohou and Xu Ming cried out simultaneously, but there was no time to dwell on it.

Ye Xiaohou suddenly turned to Xu Ming and said, "Let's go." Seeing Ye Xiaohou's somewhat strange look, Xu Ming seemed to grasp something and immediately agreed without hesitation: "En!" "Trust Brother Yi, let's go!" With that, Fatty Lin helped up Xu Ming. The three glanced toward the window, confirmed no one was there, and immediately jumped down.

For martial artists like them, the height of the second floor was nothing, so they didn't hesitate. Yang Yi watched them land safely, waved his hand, signaling for them to leave, and after a moment, seeing they were gone, sat down with a remarkably calm expression.

"It seems I've been too soft. That kindness of heart hasn't been completely extinguished.

Grandpa, perhaps after today's events, I will finally become the man you hoped for." As Yang Yi spoke, he appeared exceptionally defeated, the chilling aura enveloping him once more. A devilish smile curled at the corner of his lips as he calmly picked up his beer glass and slowly savored a sip, looking utterly composed.

At that very moment, dense footsteps sounded from outside. Four or five police officers, clad in black, wearing hats, and adorned with rank insignia on their shoulders, rushed in.

The leading officer, upon entering and seeing Yang Yi sitting on the sofa with such composure, paused momentarily. Then, his eyes fell upon the packet of white powder on the floor, and a sinister smile spread across his face.

He then addressed Yang Yi, "We received a tip-off about a drug transaction here. I see you won't be escaping the long arm of the law today." These uniformed figures in police caps, upon entry, could only utter such boilerplate lines, showing no adaptability.

Yang Yi listened without replying, merely casting a light, almost mocking glance at the speaking officer. "Didn't you already prepare for this?

Do you need to go through the motions?" "You...!" The officer's face stiffened. He clearly understood the implication of Yang Yi's words.

He immediately narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Yang Yi, and seeing his composure, grew even more incensed. "Take him away!" "Yes, sir!" The other officers responded, drawing out their handcuffs, intending to restrain Yang Yi.

"Hmph!" Yang Yi snorted coldly. "On what grounds are you handcuffing me if I haven't broken the law?" "You haven't broken the law?" The lead officer snatched the packet of white powder from the floor and sneered, "What is this?" "Mmm?

How would I know what it is?" Yang Yi replied with feigned ignorance. "This is narcotics, white powder, and there are at least several hundred grams here.

Heh heh, enough to put you away for life!" The officer said with a grin, already envisioning Yang Yi behind bars. "Hahahaha, what a massive joke.

Feel free to check. If there are my fingerprints on that drug, then you can speak to me again!

However, even if my prints aren't on the drugs, you intended to frame me anyway, so why the charade? Just take me away.

But let me warn you beforehand: inviting the Buddha is easy, sending him off is hard!" Yang Yi spoke with a cold laugh, seemingly unconcerned by the unfolding situation. "Hahahaha!

Hahahaha!" The officer let out a loud laugh, perhaps to mask his own awkwardness. After laughing, he looked coldly at Yang Yi, inexplicably feeling a strange pressure.

He immediately said in a cold voice, "No handcuffs needed. Take him." "Let's go!" The officers commanded.

Yang Yi walked out smiling, walking with poise and natural ease, completely unlike a criminal being arrested. After the police escorted Yang Yi into the police car, the vehicle drove away.

"Old Liang, thank you truly for this. Here, accept this small token of my appreciation," Snake Eight said with a sleazy smile, handing a red envelope to the lead officer who had been exchanging cold looks with Yang Yi earlier.

"Heh heh, you're too kind. It is my honor to serve Master Hu.

Rest assured, I will take good care of that brat; leave it to me!" The officer named Old Liang squeezed the red envelope, noting its excellent weight and thickness, before pocketing it. "Good, I'll treat you to tea another time!" Snake Eight inwardly despised the man, thinking that if it weren't for helping Dong Ge, this damned cop would truly think he was on top of the world.

"Good, I'll wait for your invitation. I'm heading back to the precinct now." "Farewell!" Only after Old Liang departed did Snake Eight let out a cold snort.

"Overestimating yourself. Just wait and see.

Once I secure my position, you'll be the first one I deal with." "Snake Eight!" "Dong Ge!" Snake Eight recognized the voice calling him from outside immediately. "How did things go?" Dong Ge entered with a few subordinates and asked.

"It's handled. That kid is already in the precinct," Snake Eight replied.

"En, very good," Dong Ge acknowledged. "However, Dong Ge, the police only caught one person.

The other three vanished. That's strange," Snake Eight said with a hint of confusion.

"What?" Dong Ge frowned. "It seems Yang Yi was the one caught, and the escapees must be Xu Ming and the others.

Hmph, they got off easy." ....[We're so close, brothers! Give it your all, let's fight our way back to first place, smash through!]