Chapter 1709 - The Same Birthmark (Part Six)

Chapter 1709: The Same Birthmark (Part Six) Qian Yikun walked to the door. He seemed to be in a good mood. There was even an obvious smile on his face.

If you don’t want my family to see you like this, you’d better stay in bed obediently for the morning.

There was a murderous look on Mo Fei’s face, but sadly, she could not move her limbs. She could only use her eyes to express her anger as she watched the hypocrite close the door and leave.
Mo Fei struggled for a while. She had no idea how the man managed to handcuff her—she could not find anywhere that she could pick the handcuff’s lock.
Mo Fei muttered a string of profanities under her breath. Eventually, she could only give up. The second she was free of these handcuffs, she would not let that man off.
Qian Yikun returned to the police station and received a warm welcome from his teammates. It was mainly because their captain managed to make a great contribution even while suspended. It filled them with uncontested admiration.
Qian Yikun did not fool around with them and went straight into the station chief’s office.

I know you came back. I was about to look for you,
said the station chief as he stood up and walked over.

I’ve investigated it. The firearms that passed through B City were indeed sold to South Africa,
Qian Yikun said in a low voice.
This time, he had been suspended partly because he had gone to South Africa to investigate Mo Fei’s case, and partly for the case that he was following up on. The suspension was perfect as a cover. As for whether this had anything to do with Ye Cong, he could use Mo Fei’s case as a cover.
This move could kill two birds with one stone.
Obviously, for the same reason, the station chief handed the document in his hand to Qian Yikun and said,
This was obtained by our people earlier. After the last batch, since our people have eyes on them, they’re not in a hurry to get rid of their products. We just don’t know when their move is.

Qian Yikun lowered his head to take a look. There were clear records on it but they still could not manage to capture the culprit.

Now, we still need another opportunity—an opportunity for them to let down their guard.


My wedding,
Qian Yikun said thoughtfully.
After all, his wedding might lead them to think that the police department would be most lax. They would be most likely to make a move then.

Nonsense, using your wedding as a cover, what would Sis-in-law think?
The station chief chided softly, obviously not thinking that this was a good idea.
Furthermore, swords have no eyes. Who’d be responsible if Sis-in-law gets hurt?


…
Qian Yikun did not say anything in reply.
Any ‘thief’ that had the ability to hurt her would probably not be just any ordinary ‘thief’.
It would probably be an infamous bandit like Ye Cong.

That’s settled, then. I’ll talk to her. It’s fine,
Qian Yikun said straightforwardly. Mo Fei loved exciting things like this. She might even enjoy herself if something happened during their wedding.
The station chief clicked his tongue and said,
Not bad eh, kid? We thought you’d end up with that heiress. Now, where is this lady from? You should introduce her to us.


…
Qian Yikun was at a loss for words.
He probably had to bring her out in handcuffs. Mo Fei hated the police the most, and Qian Yikun was the representative.

One day, when we have the time.
Qian Yikun turned around and left. He still had to think of a way to get Mo Fei a household registration. Otherwise, they would not even be able to receive their marriage certificate when they got married.
After Qian Yikun left, he went straight to the Household Registration Department.
Qian Yikun had a good relationship with the head of their department. The head of the Household Registration Department was a military retiree. He was in his forties, but he gave off the vibe of a stout man.
Qian Yikun went in, put his arm around the department head’s neck, and walked out.

Hehehe—
The department head chuckled. He had already been brought to a corner by Qian Yikun.
What’s up with you? Can’t we talk nicely?