Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

The woman said coldly, "It's none of your business who I am. Come with us now!"

With a wave of her hand, two uniformed inspectors immediately stepped forward, pulled out handcuffs, and cuffed Zhao Dong's hands.

Zhao Dong's eyes turned icy. "What is this all about?"

"Don't play innocent," the woman replied coldly. "You'll find out what's going on when we get to the station."

Zhao Dong frowned but ultimately didn't resist. This was one of China's law enforcement agencies, after all. Resisting would be tantamount to opposing the entire country. Fine, he would go and see what was happening.

And so, Zhao Dong was handcuffed and taken to the car. Ding Lan witnessed the scene, a deep shock surging through her heart.

Why was Zhao Dong being taken away in handcuffs? Could he have committed a crime?

Ding Lan, who tended to overthink, remembered Zhao Dong's apparently wealthy girlfriend and the sports car. Suspicion quickly crept into her heart—could Zhao Dong be involved in something illegal? Since the group didn't take Zhang Shaowen or Lei Long with them, it suggested the arrest wasn't because of the brawl. But what could possibly make the inspectors ignore a public fight? Unless Zhao Dong was involved in something even more serious!

Ding Lan's mood suddenly turned somber. Although she and Zhao Dong had broken up, she still didn't want him to walk down the wrong path. Without another thought, she hurriedly rushed Zhang Shaowen to the hospital.

「Meanwhile...」

Zhao Dong arrived at the Inspectorate and was led into a small room. In the center of the tiny room sat an iron stool surrounded by iron bars, and Zhao Dong was cuffed to it.

The woman who had brought him in sat behind the interrogation desk, looking at him coldly. "Do you know what you're accused of?"

"I have no idea," Zhao Dong replied helplessly. "Is it because of the fight? They started it. Why didn't you bring them in, too?"

The woman smirked. "That's not it!"

"Then what is it?"

The woman made a phone call. "Chuxue, we've apprehended him. You can come over now."

After she hung up, the door soon opened, and in walked a stunningly beautiful woman in a white dress. She was tall, with her dark hair coiled up neatly.

Zhao Dong was startled. "So it's you!"

The woman was none other than the owner of the Porsche.

Her name was Han Chuxue. Upon seeing Zhao Dong, her beautiful face contorted with anger. She gritted her teeth and snapped, "You bastard, how dare you steal my car! Where is it?"

Zhao Dong gave a bitter smile. "Miss, I really didn't mean to. I was in a terrible hurry and had no other choice. I was just about to return it to you."

"I don't want to hear your lies! Zixuan, teach him a good lesson for me! The sight of him makes my blood boil!"

So this inspector's name was Song Zixuan. A rather pleasant name, Zhao Dong thought with a slight nod.

Song Zixuan looked at Zhao Dong with a steely expression. "You've committed public robbery. We are now detaining you pending a decision from the authorities. Prepare for prison."

A corner of Zhao Dong's mouth twitched. "Isn't that a bit excessive, Inspector Song? I just borrowed a car..."

"Your actions constitute grand theft," Song Zixuan said coldly. "That car is worth over a million. That's enough to put you away for years."

Hearing this, Zhao Dong wanted to curse. Damn it! Facing jail time just for borrowing a car? This is the most outrageous injustice imaginable!

"Inspector Song, could you please show some mercy?" Zhao Dong pleaded. "I can prove I had an emergency. Besides, I'm not a bad guy. I'm a genuine veteran who devoted my youth and sweat to China. Please, cut me some slack, Inspector Song."

Song Zixuan was slightly taken aback. "You're a veteran?"

"Yes."

"What branch?"

"Special forces," Zhao Dong said in a low voice.

"Special forces?" Song Zixuan couldn't help but snicker. "You? A special forces soldier? That's hilarious. I doubt you're even a match for me."

Zhao Dong's expression instantly darkened. "Inspector Song, do not joke about soldiers."

Song Zixuan stood up, a cold smile on her face. "Fine, I won't joke. You want to prove your innocence, right? I'll give you a chance. Spar with me. Let's see what you've got."

Zhao Dong sized her up and shook his head. "Forget it. You're no match for me. I'm afraid I'd hurt you."

"Hurt me?" Song Zixuan's eyes turned frosty. She pointed at Zhao Dong and declared, "I am the two-time women's martial arts champion of the East Sea Inspectorate and the runner-up in the Inspectorate-wide combat competition. Who do you think you are to hurt me?"

Zhao Dong glanced at her again, her curvaceous figure catching his eye. He smirked. "I never would have guessed. Besides, those honors of yours aren't worth mentioning. For a special forces soldier, taking you down would be all too easy."

"How arrogant!"

Song Zixuan's face blazed with anger. She was the rising star of the Inspectorate, a position she'd held for the last two years. Not only was she stunningly beautiful—the belle of the Inspectorate—but her combat skills were also excellent, leading to frequent commendations. Though a woman, she was in no way inferior to any man. Beautiful, exceptional in combat, a strong case-handler, and ruthlessly efficient. This was why Song Zixuan, despite her young age, was already a team captain with immense self-respect and pride. She truly believed she was a match for any man, but now, Zhao Dong was blatantly looking down on her. She clenched her delicate fists, her refined, oval face a mask of frost.

"You've successfully infuriated me! Someone, get these handcuffs off him! I want to see if his fists are as tough as his talk!"

Zhao Dong feigned helplessness. "Inspector Song, let's just drop it. I don't fight women."

"Discriminating against women? Now I have to fight you!"

The two officers beside them hesitated. "Captain Song, isn't this against procedure?"

"That's none of your concern! I'll take full responsibility for any consequences!"

Knowing her temper, the two men cautiously unlocked Zhao Dong's handcuffs.

"Get up," Song Zixuan said coldly. "Let me see just how strong this so-called special forces soldier really is."

Zhao Dong rolled his neck, stood up, and said with feigned resignation, "Inspector Song, there's really no need for this. If I wasn't stronger than you, I wouldn't be worthy of the title 'special forces'."

"Enough talk! Take this!"

As soon as she spoke, Song Zixuan lunged forward, a fierce high kick aimed straight at Zhao Dong's head.

Zhao Dong blocked with his elbow, his arm instantly going numb with a sharp, aching pain. A glint appeared in his eyes. He licked his lips and gave a wicked smile. "Not bad. You've got some skill!"

"Who are you to judge me?" Song Zixuan shouted, her body whipping through the air as her legs became a furious tempest of attacks.

Zhao Dong was forced to retreat again and again. Her kicks were incredibly sharp; one foot on the ground, the other swung out with blinding speed! Her heel grazed past his head, sending a chill across his scalp as he backed away, her leg relentlessly pursuing him.

Seeing that her prolonged assault was ineffective, Song Zixuan flipped in the air and launched a vicious turning kick at him. The technique was tricky and unbelievably fast. Zhao Dong couldn't dodge in time, and the kick caught him squarely in the chest.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Zhao Dong stumbled back a few steps, clutching his chest and grimacing in pain. He rubbed the spot and forced a bitter smile. "Inspector Song, I really don't want to fight a woman. Don't push me."

"So what if I do? Don't make me think the special forces are all talk!"

Zhao Dong's gaze turned icy. In that instant, a chill shot through Song Zixuan's body. His eyes were terrifying.

"You asked for this. Don't blame me for not holding back."

Zhao Dong loosened his neck and took the offensive. He threw a simple, brutal straight punch. Song Zixuan's pupils shrank; his speed was horrifying. She barely dodged, but his fists followed like a violent storm. She managed to block the first couple of punches, but in the next second, her defense completely crumbled. Zhao Dong's fists were moving too fast for her to see clearly.

BAM!

A punch to the chest sent Song Zixuan staggering back several steps. Her face paled as she struggled to suppress the roiling blood in her chest.

Zhao Dong shook his head, a cold expression on his face. He flickered forward, moving at a speed she couldn't react to, and his hand closed around her throat.

Song Zixuan's breath caught. But just as quickly, Zhao Dong released her and stepped back three paces, a grin on his face. "You let me win, Inspector Song."

It all happened in an instant. Song Zixuan touched her throat, a complex look on her face. She knew that if this had been a real battlefield, she would already be dead. In that moment, her pride was shattered. She slowly bit her lip, looked at Zhao Dong, and her face fell. "I lost."

"It's nothing. There's a natural gap between you and a special forces soldier, not to mention you're a woman."

Complex emotions churned within Song Zixuan. She had always thought she was good enough to hold her own even against a special forces soldier. It seems... I really was overthinking things.

Beside them, Han Chuxue's mouth was agape. Finally, she frowned and said, "Now that you're done fighting, what about the matter of my car?"

Song Zixuan glanced at Han Chuxue. "Chuxue, what do you think we should do?"

"I want this bastard to go to prison!"

Zhao Dong frowned. "Look, Miss, if nothing else will work, how about I just pay you? One hundred thousand. Is that enough?"

"Get lost! I couldn't care less about your money!"

Just as she finished speaking, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, and her face immediately lit up with excitement. She answered with a wide smile. "Yafei, I'll be there in a moment. I'm handling something here. Oh, by the way, they caught the car thief!"

Zhao Dong froze. Yafei? Xu Yafei?

He immediately asked in astonishment, "Wait a second, Miss... who are you talking to?"