"Great, they have safely retreated."

Chongzong, lying on the ground, struggled to turn over and lay on his side.

An arrow was still stuck in his back, preventing him from lying on his back.

Lying on his side, he could see Manranyama Souren's car.

He watched as Manranyama Souren drove away for the last time.

The red tail lights disappeared at the corner, giving Chongzong a sense of relief.

As long as they took away the evidence of Bai Yaxin's crimes, tonight's efforts, sacrifices, would not be in vain.

Chongzong could hear many footsteps approaching gradually.

They were running, their voices overlapping.

What would they do to him?

Chongzong felt that it didn't matter anymore.

He just felt very tired and cold, wanting to close his eyes and have a good sleep.

The rest didn't matter to him anymore.

But at that moment, the figure of Watanabe Gengo flashed through Chongzong's mind.

He didn't know why he thought of this man at this critical moment.

But suddenly, Chongzong became much more alert.

He felt he had overlooked something.

Yes, he had indeed overlooked something.

If he was caught here, he would become a bargaining chip in negotiations between Bai Yaxin and Manranyama Souren.

This would change the proactive situation into a stalemate, or even a disadvantage due to his capture.

He wouldn't be able to expose Bai Yaxin's crimes without any worries.

Thinking about this, Chongzong suddenly felt wide awake. Despite the strong dizziness in his head, the lack of strength in his legs, and his shaky stance, he struggled to stand up.

He would be throwing away all his efforts if he were caught.

Chongzong didn't know how long he could keep standing or how many steps he could take, but he didn't want to lie there waiting to be caught.

If he did, he would regret this moment deeply in the future.

"Stop!" (Security personnel)

The security guards rushed over, but due to his shoulder injury, Chongzong couldn't move his back freely, affecting his running posture. He staggered and couldn't run at all.

Hearing the voices behind him, he could sense his pursuers closing in.

With a slight turn of his head, he saw a hand reaching out to grab his shoulder.

Chongzong immediately stopped, slightly bent his knees to lower his center of gravity, and then quickly grabbed the other person's hand, using the opponent's momentum to throw them off his shoulder.

But just as he counterattacked, other security personnel also caught up, surrounding him with four or five people.

Could he still break through in his current physical condition?

Chongzong didn't know.

But he still mustered his strength and charged towards the enemies.

Just then, in the quiet early morning, under the faint light of dawn, sirens blared and flashing red lights illuminated the scene.

No one anticipated that at this moment, the police would suddenly emerge.

Two police cars, one in front of the other, stopped horizontally in the middle of the road. The police officers inside swiftly descended from the vehicles, armed with riot shields and batons, sealing off the entrance to the Yasaka Shrine securely.

"Everyone immediately squat where you are! Hands behind your head!" (Police)

"I repeat, everyone! Immediately, squat in place! Hands behind your head!" (Police)

Chongzong was dumbfounded, as were the enemies. Who could have called the police? It was obvious that the authorities had been prepared in advance.

The enemies thought it was Chongzong who called the police.

But Chongzong had no idea what was going on.

—— Could it be that Manranyama Souren had connections in the police force and arranged this backup plan in advance?

—— But if there was a backup plan, why wasn't he informed?

Before Chongzong could figure out these questions, everyone present was handcuffed and taken away by the police.

As for Chongzong, once the police noticed him, being a child and injured, an ambulance was immediately called to take him to the hospital.