Capítulo 57: Chapter 57 That Gentle Touch
Geng Bo received Chen Yi's call that afternoon and immediately began preparations.
Based on Chen Yi's deductions, the individuals who had kidnapped Han Wenxue and Wu Pangzi were undoubtedly connected to the Dragon Malice, and the "God of Wealth" had sent him to investigate this very group. Geng Bo was well aware of how dangerous these people were—ordinary police officers would stand no chance against them. Moreover, considering the delicate relationship between Luo Yan and Chen Yi, his involvement might complicate matters further. Thus, he chose to contact only one comrade from his department—a newcomer named Li Guangmang.
The two departed twenty minutes after Chen Yi. Upon arriving at the desolate construction site, they concealed themselves just in time to witness Ai Chu and his men escorting Han Wenxue and Wu Pangzi into the open area.
Ai Chu and the elder by his side were no ordinary figures. Geng Bo had crossed paths with them before and knew that even sniper rifles wouldn't be enough to take them down. Fearing that any rash action might alarm them or provoke them into harming the hostages, he chose to wait.
Initially, they thought there would be no opportunity to intervene. Chen Yi, like a lone predator, had effortlessly slaughtered everyone in his path, leaving Geng Bo both impressed and frustrated at being outdone. But just then, the ever-reliable "Good Samaritan" Feng Kun stepped forward, providing them with the perfect chance to act. Geng Bo observed while Li Guangmang took the shot, shattering Feng Kun's wrist with a single bullet.
When they rushed over, they found Ai Chu already lifeless, and Chen Yi unconscious. Despite his condition, Chen Yi's arm remained tightly locked around Ai Chu's neck, as though unwilling to release him even in death.
It took the combined strength of both men to pry Chen Yi's arm away. When they finally assessed his injuries, both drew sharp breaths.
The distance and the cover of night had obscured the severity of Chen Yi's condition until now. Neither could fathom how he had managed to endure for so long.
He had sustained two gunshot wounds—one to the thigh and the other to the right side of his chest.
Seven or eight knife wounds marred his body, the most severe being a stab to his abdomen that had penetrated five or six centimeters deep. The most horrifying injury was a slash that ran from his left shoulder to his right side.
His waist and shoulder bore additional injuries. The wound on his waist was a through-and-through, while a hunting arrow lodged in his shoulder had been crudely snapped off by Chen Yi himself, leaving the arrowhead and part of the shaft embedded in his flesh.
His entire torso, once bronze-skinned, was now mottled with dark purple bruises—evidence of internal bleeding caused by fractured ribs.
If scars are the medals of a warrior, then Chen Yi's wounds were enough to elevate him from a rookie to a general in an instant.
After calling an ambulance, Geng Bo hesitated briefly before dialing Luo Yan. He informed her that the situation was under control but warned that Chen Yi's condition was critical and urged her to come quickly.
Luo Yan, upon hearing the news, displayed no overt panic. She simply replied, "Understood, I'll be there immediately."
She departed with the other officers and arrived a full ten minutes ahead of the ambulance.
The modified Santana police car sped over the uneven terrain of the abandoned site, finally screeching to a halt near the scene.
Luo Yan stepped out and immediately saw Chen Yi lying unconscious, his body exposed and covered in blood and wounds. Her body swayed slightly, but she steadied herself and walked toward him with unwavering determination.
She paid no attention to the beautiful woman sobbing softly while clutching Chen Yi's hand, nor to the white, chubby man wailing nearby. Kneeling beside Chen Yi, she checked his carotid pulse. Thankfully, his heart was still beating.
Her eyes softened as she gently lifted his head, resting it on her lap to make him more comfortable.
Pulling out a white handkerchief, she carefully wiped the blood and grime from his face, smoothing out his disheveled hair with meticulous care. All the while, she murmured softly to herself—a tune known only to her, the same lullaby her grandmother used to sing when she was a child frightened by nightmares.
Perhaps it was the sound of her voice, or perhaps it was the pain from his wounds, but Chen Yi stirred and opened his eyes.
He looked up at Luo Yan, a faint smile playing on his lips as though he wanted to say something. But she placed a finger gently against his lips, silencing him.
Chen Yi. Luo Yan. Neither spoke. They simply gazed at each other, their eyes locked in silent understanding.
In that moment, silence spoke louder than words.
Shortly after, Chen Yi slipped back into unconsciousness. By then, the ambulances and additional police officers had finally arrived.
Paramedics lifted Chen Yi onto a stretcher, administering blood transfusions and emergency care before speeding away. Only after the ambulance disappeared into the distance did Luo Yan withdraw her gaze.
"Who's responsible for this?"
The tenderness in her voice was gone, replaced by a cold sharpness that cut like a blade. Her eyes gleamed with fury as her slender fingers rested on her holstered gun.
Geng Bo shuddered and gestured toward the lifeless bodies of Ai Chu and his father. "It was them, but Chen Yi took care of them all."
Luo Yan's chest heaved violently as she struggled to contain her emotions. After a long moment, she finally removed her hand from her gun, allowing Geng Bo to let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but wonder if she would have shot him on the spot for letting Chen Yi fight alone.
"And the others?"
Luo Yan's gaze swept over Chen Yi's bullet wounds, arrow injuries, and knife slashes. It was clear that Ai Chu and his father, who had fought barehanded, couldn't have caused all these injuries. There had to be others involved—and many of them.
"They're probably hiding in those unfinished buildings," Geng Bo replied, pointing to the distant ruins. His tone was evasive, unwilling to reveal too much.
Luo Yan said nothing more. With a single glance, she turned and led Zhang Fei and a dozen other officers toward the buildings.
An hour later, everyone present felt their scalps tingle and their muscles tremble.
What kind of person could have done this?
Fourteen corpses lay in a neat row, their deaths varied but uniformly gruesome.
Some of the more timid doctors and nurses cowered behind the crowd, too frightened to look. They were seasoned professionals, accustomed to life and death, but this... this was different. Never had they seen so many bodies at once, nor deaths so horrific.
Clean knife wounds, arrows piercing skulls with ruthless precision, shattered heads, asphyxiated faces twisted in agony... and the arrows embedded in walls and floors so deeply that even the police couldn't remove them without cutting through the structure.
Only a demon could have wrought such carnage.
Could this truly be the work of the young man now cradled in the arms of the beautiful policewoman?
No one wanted to believe it, yet the evidence was undeniable. The wounds on Chen Yi's body matched the weapons lying beside the dead.
Luo Yan's lips pressed into a tight line, her body trembling uncontrollably—not from fear, but from guilt and overwhelming relief.
She couldn't fathom how Chen Yi had accomplished such a feat, but she could imagine the peril he had faced, the countless times he had brushed against death to carve a bloody path and survive.
And the reason Chen Yi had ended up in such a state was because of her.
It was at her request that Chen Yi had tracked down the missing girl, discovered their lair, and dismantled their operation—only to become a target of their vengeance.
He had helped her, and she had "harmed" him in return.
That night, the East China Armed Police General Hospital mobilized nearly all its staff. Yet among the injured brought in, only two were alive. The other fourteen had perished on the spot.
The two survivors were gravely injured. One had his thigh pierced by a compound bow and his wrist shattered by a sniper rifle, the damage so severe that reattachment was impossible.
The other was Chen Yi. His body bore countless wounds, and most of his ribs were fractured. His surgery lasted a grueling sixteen hours.
The lead surgeon emerged drenched in sweat, his lab coat soaked through. Ignoring the hospital's no-smoking policy, he lit three cigarettes in quick succession to steady his nerves.
Chen Yi had lost 2,600 milliliters of blood, yet against all odds, he survived. The veteran surgeon, with decades of experience, declared it nothing short of a miracle.
After the surgery, both survivors were placed in intensive care, their rooms guarded by armed military police wielding loaded rifles. No one except medical staff and law enforcement was allowed entry.
A young, beautiful woman stood vigil outside Chen Yi's operating room for all sixteen hours, neither eating nor drinking, unwilling to leave.
When the surgery was declared a success and Chen Yi's life was no longer in danger, she left briefly, only to return moments later. She sat outside the intensive care unit, her eyes red and fixed on the door. Each time someone entered, she would rise, as if trying to glimpse the man inside.
To anyone who passed by, her devotion was unmistakable.
An elderly man sat beside her, silent and contemplative, offering no words of comfort.
That evening, the East China Public Security Bureau held an emergency meeting. At midnight, senior officials, dressed formally despite their fatigue, gathered without complaint.
The meeting was led by a female officer from Quancheng's Public Security Bureau. She presented dozens of photographs. Aside from the two survivors, all the others depicted were grim corpses. The identities of the deceased were unclear, with origins spanning across the country—even two overseas Chinese nationals were among them.
Of the two survivors, one was a fortune teller from Feng Shui Street, and the other was the son of a major real estate tycoon in Quancheng.
The officer then displayed another set of images and two videos. The images showed the remains of eight young girls. The videos, reportedly obtained from an elderly witness, revealed chilling evidence: one showed the real estate tycoon's son drugging and abducting a girl, while the other depicted the brutal abuse of a woman—one of the girls from the photographs. The abusers included the tycoon's son, the tycoon himself, and several of the deceased.
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