After a few seconds of silence, William spoke again, "If you're not coming out, I'll leave. No need to see me off."
"Could you tell me what that flying device you threw earlier was?" A man in a deep blue suit, with neatly combed hair and wearing glasses, walked over with two similarly dressed subordinates.
"Hello, Mr. Devonshire. I am Senior Inspector Yang Jinrong from the Security Bureau. Please remember, Senior Inspector, not just Inspector."
"Haha," William chuckled. With his mental scan, he had been aware of people following him as soon as he got off the plane, and it wasn't just Yang Jinrong's group. But seeing Yang Jinrong reveal himself was still a bit surprising. He turned and looked, "Ah," his eyes landed on that familiar, handsome face.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Devonshire?" Yang Jinrong asked, confused by William's reaction. Since receiving the orders from his superiors, Yang had been monitoring William around the clock for the past three days. During that time, he had realized that it wasn't just the Security Bureau keeping tabs on William; some other people, the kind Yang Jinrong preferred not to deal with, were also trailing him.
After closely observing William for three days, Yang Jinrong had come to understand what it meant to be a billionaire who didn't care about money. Initially, he had dismissed his task of monitoring William as merely keeping tabs on a rich playboy who knew how to make money, spend it, and play with women. But then the so-called playboy slapped him with a rude awakening.
As the Senior Inspector of the Security Bureau, Yang Jinrong had great confidence in his ability to remain hidden, but here he was, exposed in a way he hadn't expected. His pride was wounded, so naturally, he confronted William.
"Sorry, Officer Yang, but I'm under no obligation to tell you what that was. If you want to know, figure it out yourself."
One of Yang's subordinates was about to question William in the typical manner they used to handle cases, but Yang stopped him. He didn't want his men to cause any legal trouble, which could result in being hounded by lawyers, even if they were in the right.
"No, according to the law, I have the right to know whether your actions pose any threat to local security," Yang Jinrong said sternly.
"Oh? You say it's a threat, and it's automatically a threat? Without evidence, that sounds like slander," William squinted at Yang Jinrong with a smile. "How about you go to your boss and see if you can get a formal order?"
Yang Jinrong didn't even need to think about it; there was no way they'd give him such an order. "I have the authority to ask you to come back to the station for questioning. If necessary, I can detain you for forty-eight hours."
"Haha, go ahead if it makes you happy. But as the saying goes," William pretended to ponder, "It's easy to invite a god, but hard to send them away. Isn't that how it goes?"
Just as Yang Jinrong was about to retort, his superior's voice came through his earpiece, "Yang Jinrong, Senior Inspector Yang, who told you to approach William Devonshire on your own? Fall back immediately."
"But—"
"I said fall back! Do you not understand?"
"Yes, Sir," Yang Jinrong replied reluctantly.
"Haha, I told you your boss wouldn't dare cause trouble for me," William smirked. Three days ago, the Eight-faced Buddha's eldest son had been killed in Hong Kong, and William just so happened to be there at the time. If the authorities weren't aware that William was targeting the notorious Eight-faced Buddha, it would be absurd.
If Yang Jinrong was genuinely looking to cause trouble for William, that would be crazy. Sure enough, limping out from a corner where Yang couldn't see him, stood Shadow, a man with a neatly groomed beard and a black trench coat. He had been observing everything.
"Goodbye, Senior Inspector Yang. No need to see me off," William called out.
Yang Jinrong, already annoyed, almost turned back, but William's final remark froze him in his tracks for a few seconds before he continued walking without looking back.
"Officer Yang, I suggest you take some acting classes. That way, next time you try to play a role, you'll at least do a decent job," William said with a grin.
"Haha!" Watching Yang Jinrong walk away quickly, William burst into laughter. Had he not known from his memories that Yang Jinrong was pretending, he might have fallen for his act.
"How did you know Yang Jinrong was faking it?" Shadow, or Uncle Dao Ming, walked over to William and asked.
William turned to him, "I like your beard. Unfortunately, I'm not as lucky. Maybe it's my father's genes, but even at almost twenty, I can't grow a proper beard. What little I do grow ends up looking like a crooked 'Fu Manchu' style mustache, which makes me feel like one of those traitorous lackeys from old movies. So, I shave it off every day."
Uncle Dao Ming shook his head helplessly. "Are all British kids this rude? You don't even answer my questions, just ramble nonsense."
"Hehe, I'm just happy to see you," William said with a sly grin. In his mind, he added, I've always liked people with your kind of face, especially from the movies and shows you've been in.
At this point, Uncle Dao Ming fully agreed with the intelligence report stating that William's personality was just as mischievous and arrogant as his grandfather, Henry Devonshire. He enjoyed playing tricks on people.
Seeing he wasn't getting anywhere, Dao Ming shifted the conversation. "I saw you staring at someone earlier. Do you know them?"
"I don't know him, but I'm pretty good at reading people. That guy in the khaki jacket is obviously an undercover cop. He's too soft-hearted and hesitant. If it were me, I'd have already taken out that woman."
"Hmm, do you have a grudge against her?" Uncle Dao Ming asked. He had, of course, noticed that the couple from earlier seemed suspicious, but hearing William speak so bluntly about it suggested there was more to it.
"Grudge? Haha, not against me personally. But they've wronged humanity," William's tone grew colder, and he let out a low snort. "There are three kinds of people in this world that I absolutely despise. When I see one, I want to kill them on the spot."
Dao Ming was intrigued. "Which three kinds?"
"Drug dealers, human traffickers, and people who harvest organs from the living for profit. Haha, I don't know if fate is rewarding me for acknowledging a newfound brother, but lately, these types of people have been showing up one after the other in front of me. I just wonder when I'll encounter the child traffickers."
"The Eight-faced Buddha is a drug lord, so are you saying that couple earlier is involved in organ trafficking?" Dao Ming found this conclusion odd. "How do you know?"
"Haha, I know a lot of things," William replied, casting a glance at Dao Ming's leg. "I even know how you injured your leg. Not only that, but I also know that when you got hurt, Yang Jinrong was right there with you, playing dumb just now."
"Hehe," William chuckled. Before Uncle Dao Ming could ask, William mimicked Dao Ming's tone, "Why didn't you shoot first?"
"How was that? Did I nail it?" William grinned.
"Who exactly are you?" Dao Ming's face remained calm, but inside, he was shaken. That event was something only he, Yang Jinrong, and Chan Wing Yan knew about.
"Who? I'm William Devonshire, who else could I be?" William laughed heartily. "Although, it seems I might need to add a 'Chan' to my name soon. I wonder if my mother will agree. Ugh, that could be a headache."
Before Uncle Dao Ming could process that statement, William suddenly asked, "Interested in working together?"
Sighing, William thought to himself, typing on his phone, "Writing on a phone is such a hassle. Though it's a bit late, I've finally met my 6,000-word quota."
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