The Debt was Collected

"Qingfeng, can you return the bullets to me?" Mengyao's face turned pale while she asked carefully.

The bullets were like her second life as well, so she had to take it back.

"For sure, but you have to call me darling first. Otherwise, don't even think about it." Qingfeng smiled while juggling with the bullets in his hand.

"Dar…darling."

Although Mengyao's face flushed and turned as red as wine, she still called Qingfeng "darling" quietly while holding her grudge and anger deep inside her heart.

"Good girl, here you go." Qingfeng smiled and handed the bullets over under Mengyao's furious stare.

"Were the people on the floor all injured by you?" Mengyao frowned and asked.

She now knew that Qingfeng was a hidden fighting master. All of these people were probably injured by him.

She could detain him and bring him to back to the police station as long as he admitted to it.