Meanwhile, the two women rushed forward, hesitant under Lin Wan’s imposing presence, their eyes showing a mix of concern, shock, disbelief, and helplessness.
Lin Wan glanced at them. “I’m a police officer. He’s a suspect in a fraud case. I’m taking him to the city bureau. You’re both involved, so come with me to give statements.”
Woman One: “Ah!”
Woman Two: “What!”
Lu Zheng: “No way!”
Lin Wan looked at Lu Zheng sheepishly, her expression innocent.
Lu Zheng sighed. “So our Disneyland trip ends here?”
Lin Wan blinked, saying nothing.
Lu Zheng tried to salvage the day. “Doesn’t Disneyland have its own police post?”
Lin Wan blinked again, silent.
Lu Zheng slapped his forehead. “Fine, let’s go back together.”
Lin Wan’s smile bloomed. “Call Xiu Min.”
“You’re the pro, you call. I’ll watch him.” Lu Zheng shook his head, glancing at the crowd raising their phones again. “Let’s get this guy out first.”
He doubted the gossip-hungry crowd would leave the queue just to film them.
“Alright,” Lin Wan nodded, signalling Lu Zheng to take over.
Lu Zheng stepped forward, grabbed the man’s shirt, and as Lin Wan stepped back, he lifted him off the ground.
The man struggled briefly but couldn’t break free.
Lu Zheng chuckled. Lin Wan had mastered the sixth form of the *Mountain-Bearing Eighteen Styles*. Though far from complete, her physical strength was far beyond average. It would be laughable if an ordinary man could escape her.
Lu Zheng took over, his vitality surging, rendering the man limp and powerless.
As Lu Zheng dragged him out, the two women followed reluctantly, exchanging glances, still in disbelief that their charming, tall, rich, handsome boyfriend could be a fraud.
Lin Wan called Huang Xiu Min. “You at the bureau?”
“Yeah, what’s up? Aren’t you two at Disneyland? I was waiting for your lovey-dovey social media posts,” Huang Xiu Min said, her tone dripping with envy.
Lin Wan smiled, sighing. “The trip’s over.”
“What happened?” Huang Xiu Min asked curiously.
Lin Wan laughed. “I caught Lin Jingnan by chance.”
Huang Xiu Min paused, then gasped. “The fraudster?”
“Get some people to Disneyland. Lu Zheng and I are waiting at the main gate.”
“On it!” Huang Xiu Min didn’t hang up, shouting in the background, “Captain Li! Lin Wan found Lin Jingnan at Disneyland and nabbed him. Let’s go pick him up!”
She added to Lin Wan, “You sound pretty pleased.”
Lin Wan raised an eyebrow. “Of course I’m pleased. Can’t I be happy catching a suspect?”
“Tch,” Huang Xiu Min scoffed. “What’s Lu Zheng’s face like?”
Lin Wan glanced at Lu Zheng, dragging Lin Jingnan, and whispered, “He’s happy for me, obviously!”
“Yeah, right!”
An hour later, at Disneyland’s main gate, three cars pulled up. Li Jinglin, Liu Leng, Huang Xiu Min, and another officer stepped out.
Besides Lu Zheng, Lin Wan, Lin Jingnan, and the three women, Disneyland’s management and the park’s police post had sent representatives.
Li Jinglin greeted Lu Zheng, then turned to Lin Wan. “Good eye!”
Huang Xiu Min grinned, approaching Lin Wan. “You’re famous now!”
“Famous for what?” Lin Wan asked, confused.
Huang Xiu Min waved her phone. “Female cop takes down thief bare-handed, trending Top 3 in Haicheng. Comments are all about how gorgeous and badass you are. Haven’t you seen?”
Lin Wan didn’t use short video apps. Lu Zheng occasionally did but was busy handling the man. The two women were too distraught, and the friend was busy consoling, so none had checked their phones.
Liu Leng took custody of the man, and Lu Zheng finally opened his phone.
Sure enough, over a dozen videos were circulating, the clearest one trending highest.
Lu Zheng played it, and Lin Wan leaned in to watch.
The video started as Lin Jingnan and the women prepared to leave. Lin Wan entered, calling out his identity. He bolted, and she chased.
The comments exploded with “High alert ahead!”
Then, Lin Jingnan swung a punch, Lin Wan sidestepped, disarmed him, and took him down in a flash.
Graceful! Heroic! Decisive!
Comments flooded with “Holy crap!” “This lady’s fierce!” “Female cop, untouchable!” and “Poor boyfriend!”
“Poor me?” Lu Zheng snorted. They had no idea what it felt like to be wrapped in Lin Wan’s legs!
The video showed Lu Zheng taking over, dragging Lin Jingnan out.
His vitality surge, which sapped Lin Jingnan’s resistance, went unnoticed, mistaken for exhaustion from panic.
Comments dwindled, with a few calling him “Weak!” “Cop lady’s sidekick!” “Bystander!” “Extra!” or “Get lost, you don’t deserve her!”
Lu Zheng stared, dumbfounded, while Lin Wan grinned.
“Tch,” Lu Zheng scoffed. “Bunch of clueless folks, blind to a master’s true face.”
Lin Wan, beaming, hugged him tightly. “I think the video’s spot on.”
The video ended, and Liu Leng loaded Lin Jingnan into a car, sitting in the back.
Li Jinglin shook hands with the park’s management and police, chatted briefly, then got into a car with the others and drove off.
Three cars: one for Lin Jingnan, one for Woman One, and one for Woman Two and her friend.
Lu Zheng and Lin Wan rode in the second car, Huang Xiu Min driving, Lu Zheng in the passenger seat, Lin Wan and Woman One in the back.
Woman One, still shell-shocked, broke the silence. “Is Lin Xuan really… a fraud?”
“Not yet,” Lin Wan said, smiling. Seeing hope in the woman’s eyes, she added coolly, “He’s just a suspect until convicted.”
Huang Xiu Min chimed in, “But the evidence is solid. Three years minimum, guaranteed.”
Woman One fell silent.
Lu Zheng, in the front, chuckled. Their precision could easily mislead.
Woman One began sobbing, recounting how she met Lin Jingnan, aka Lin Xuan.
They met at a bar, dated for a month before going official. He was generous, attentive, tall, rich, and handsome, making her fall hard, ready to talk marriage.
“He never asked me for money. How could he be a fraud?” she asked, bewildered.
Lin Wan clicked her tongue. “You’re local to Haicheng, right?”
“Yes,” the woman nodded.
“How many properties does your family own?” Lin Wan asked.
“Four,” the woman answered, then hesitated, shaking her head. “But that’s premarital property!”
Huang Xiu Min laughed. “You really thought he’d marry you? Did he tell you how he made his money?”
The woman thought, then said hesitantly, “He said he’s a financial analyst, making money… on some exclusive futures platform?”
Lin Wan explained, “He’s been feeding you ideas about his wealth for months. If he claimed insider info on a hot market, saying you could double your money in half a month by mortgaging your properties and letting him invest, would you trust him?”
The woman froze in shock.
Lin Wan continued, “How much you lose depends on how much you trust him.”
Huang Xiu Min grinned. “Four properties in Haicheng, even if they’re two-bedroom flats, you could borrow at least ten million. Thought about what happens when that’s gone?”
The woman stopped crying, terrified.
With a 70% loan-to-value ratio, losing ten million would mean selling three properties to cover the debt.
“He’s done this before…” she murmured.
Lin Wan nodded. “He’s already got one victim.”
Huang Xiu Min added, “Got cocky after one success, thought he could scam two at once.”
Lu Zheng rubbed his chin, blinking but saying nothing.
Soon, the cars pulled into the city bureau courtyard.
As Lu Zheng wasn’t with the bureau, he hugged Lin Wan and left.
On the way, his phone pinged with a notification of a 64 million yuan transfer, followed by a call from the auction house.
“Mr. Lu, your 300-year-old ginseng sold at our spring auction. After fees and taxes, your net proceeds of 64 million have been transferred. Please check your account.”
“Received, thank you.”
“Thank you for choosing us. We’ve prepared a small gift and a membership card. Can we send them to the address you provided?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you, and we wish you well!”
Hanging up, Lu Zheng snapped his fingers. Sixty-four million in the bank, and he was flush again.
Back home, he hopped to the ancient world and back, then heard his phone buzzing.
Checking it, he saw dozens of messages in a long-dormant “murder mystery” group chat.
