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Sitting in the car, Qing Cang saw the situation and quickly stepped out of the driver's seat. With a swift move, he took down the man who was restraining Shen Qingyou.
"Yuan Mufang, Yuan Mufang..." Shen Qingyou glared at Qing Cang in anger, then hurriedly bent down to help Yuan Mufang up. It turned out that this shadow was Yuan Mufang, who had been waiting for Shen Qingyou. He appeared dazed from alcohol, reeking of liquor, with bloodshot eyes, indicating he had drunk quite a bit.
"Get away!" Yuan Mufang roughly pushed Shen Qingyou aside. She lost her balance and fell backward but did not hit the ground; instead, she landed in Qing Cang's arms. Seeing this scene, Yuan Mufang's eyes nearly popped out as he stared at the two of them. "You shameless woman! No wonder you ran out of my car and didn't go home; you've been with this man!"
"Yuan Mufang, what are you doing?" In the quiet neighborhood around three or four in the morning, Yuan Mufang's hoarse voice startled many people awake. Several households that had turned off their lights turned them back on and poked their heads out of the windows. The Chinese tendency to enjoy watching a commotion was on full display as the story of a husband catching his wife cheating began to spread throughout the area. "Yuan Mufang, let's talk about this at home!" Shen Qingyou pushed Qing Cang away and stubbornly tried to pull Yuan Mufang closer, but he violently shoved her away again, his face filled with disgust and contempt.
"What? Are you still afraid of losing face? Since you dare to do it, are you scared of being seen?"
Yuan Mufang, losing his sanity, swayed unsteadily as he pointed an angry finger at Shen Qingyou. Spittle mixed with alcohol flew onto her face as he shouted, "You filthy whore! Just seeing you makes me sick!"
Such hurtful accusations poured from Yuan Mufang's mouth without a second thought, like sharp knives cutting into Shen Qingyou's face, leaving her utterly wounded.
More and more people gathered upstairs to watch. Those who were eager for entertainment cast scrutinizing gazes at Shen Qingyou. She felt like a clown facing public judgment, the cold wind hitting her face as her body temperature slowly drained away.
"Damn it!" Qing Cang swung a fist without hesitation, causing blood to appear at the corner of Yuan Mufang's mouth. The smell of blood ignited Yuan Mufang's madness as he yelled even louder: "Everyone come look! Everyone come look! The adulterer is hitting someone! This pair of dogs..."
Crazy! Insane! The whole world had gone mad. Someone upstairs first dumped a bucket of cold water down, followed by shoes, apples, eggs, and more being hurled at Qing Cang and Shen Qingyou in protest. This society had too many homewreckers who looked decent but were actually ugly inside. The so-called "good" residents had their sense of justice amplified infinitely at this moment; what unfolded was even more dramatic than a television show.
"Down with the adulterers! Down with the adulterers!" Someone shouted, and soon others joined in with similar cries. Qing Cang's face turned as dark as hell itself; his once clean white casual outfit was now a mess. Meanwhile, Shen Qingyou stood to the side, biting her pale lips until they nearly bled, trembling uncontrollably. "Damn it!"
Without thinking twice, he pulled out his phone from his pocket: "Hello? Is this the Public Security Bureau Chief? Bring people to the neighborhood right now!"
The Public Security Bureau Chief, who was immersed in a beautiful dream just a second ago, stared blankly at the number on his phone after answering a call. Then, he dashed out of his home at a sprinting speed. While driving, he called the Deputy Director, and soon the entire city was enveloped in the sound of sirens.
The piercing sound of the sirens woke many people from their slumber, and curiosity arose among them: Was there another raid by the Public Security Bureau tonight?
As police cars continued to rush into the district, the General Manager of the Property Management Department was also startled awake by a harsh ringing. Still in a deep sleep, he hurried to the security guard's report about Building 5 without even putting on his underwear. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night...
“Qing Shao, what happened?”
The Public Security Bureau Chief hurried over to Qing Cang, whose face was ashen. Noticing the sweat dripping from his forehead and the remnants of rotten vegetables on him, this experienced Public Security Bureau Chief felt an extreme sense of unease. He then picked up the megaphone handed to him by his subordinate and shouted at the once brightly lit building, now shrouded in darkness: “Attention all residents! We have received a tip-off that a wanted criminal has infiltrated here. We will conduct a thorough inspection tonight; everyone, please get dressed! We will search each household!” A search of every household? This had never happened in this city before. One resident, who happened to be a lawyer, poked his head out of the window and asked, “Do you have a search warrant?”
“A search warrant!” The Public Security Bureau Chief replied confidently, “Would we act illegally without one?”
With a wave of his hand, twenty stern-looking armed detectives lined up and split into two groups, ascending through the stairwells to begin the search operation.
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