He looked at Yu Yi and sneered coldly, “Understand now? He just had surgery and hasn’t woken up, and I have all my belongings here and can’t move. I don’t want to run. You should escape before that bastard’s people arrive.”
Yu Yi shook her head: “I won’t leave.”
Left Hand looked at her in surprise: “Did he have surgery for you?”
Yu Yi shook her head confusedly: “I don’t know.”
“Suit yourself,” Left Hand shrugged, taking out a cigarette and lighting it, muttering, “Might as well smoke a few more while I can.”
Yu Yi walked in front of him and said, “They’re coming to arrest me. If I go with them, they probably won’t trouble you. Do you have a place to hide Meng Qing? Please hide him, and we’ll say he’s already gone. His brain chip has been removed, so they can’t determine his exact location anymore, right?”
Left Hand stared at her for a moment, then threw away his half-smoked cigarette and suddenly jumped up, urgently calling to the man he saw at the door: “A Dong, come help quickly!”
They pushed the still anesthetized Meng Qing out of the operating room, took the elevator downstairs, and hid him in a building across the small alley.
Left Hand and A Dong returned to the clinic in just a minute or two. Four people—three men and one woman—silently appeared in the corridor. When they saw Yu Yi, they walked directly towards her.
Yu Yi tried to stay calm and stood straight to face them.
The woman spoke first: “Yu Yi, you’re under arrest. Where is Meng Qing?”
Yu Yi trembled slightly and asked indignantly, “What right do you have to arrest me? I haven’t done anything.”
The woman simply asked again coldly: “Where is Meng Qing?”
“He’s gone.”
The woman raised an eyebrow: “Impossible. He just had brain surgery.”
“Someone took him away.”
The woman sneered: “Why didn’t they take you with them?”
